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THE USUAL WARNINGS:

This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind.  If you
are offended by graphic descriptions of natural and/or
unnatural sexual acts, if you are underage, or if this
type of material is illegal where you are, don't read
any further.

This is a fantasy.  You will have to loosen your clench
on reality a little when you read it. This is a tale in
which physical acts and human responses are not limited
to, nor necessarily based in, reality.  Some acts and
responses in this story may be physically impossible
and/or physiologically improbable.

Also, as is the case with most of the stories in this
newsgroup, all the women in this story are beautiful;
gorgeous, even.  Gravity has not caused their breasts
to droop nor have creased wrinkles their unblemished
faces.  The men (the leading men, at least) are hung
like bulls.  They can get it up and keep it up often
and at will.  In this special little fantasyland, there
are no STDs, morals, or unwanted pregnancies; and guilt
is a four-letter word.  But most important of all, no
amount of strength of character, courage of convictions
or moral beliefs stands a chance against an erotic
stimulus.  This can be as benign as an accidental
glimpse of a bared ankle or as stimulating as a
whipping on the genitals.


For those of you who didn't understand the preceding
statements, GO AWAY!

This story is intended for the salacious entertainment
of consenting adults.  Do not try to do any of the
things described in this story.  You will injure
yourself or your partner.  Or be arrested, or shot by
her father....

If you are under 18 years of age, GO AWAY!  This story
will burn your eyeballs and fry your brain.

If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited
where you are, GO AWAY!

By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility
for any disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure
that result from reading this story.  If you don't, GO
AWAY!

You have been warned!

If you enjoy this story and feel the urge to post it on
a <free> site, at least give me (NightShade) credit for
it.

So, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy
the story!....

NightShade


















The President's Club
by NightShade
Chapter 1first posted 4/97, major revision 12/98
The young wife gazed nervously into the full-length
mirror on the door of her closet.  She almost didn't
recognize the gorgeous creature standing in front of
her.  So much had happened to her in the last couple of
months.  So much about her life had changed and been
turned upside down.  Still, she didn't think she was
there yet, wherever `there' was.  She felt like a pupa
stuck in mid-metamorphosis.  She wasn't a caterpillar
anymore and not yet a butterfly, either.  She knew that
tonight was the next step.  She didn't know how she
knew.  She could just feel it.  Maybe it was just
because she wanted so badly for something to happen.

Something would happen tonight, something <had> to
happen tonight to complete her metamorphosis, make her
whole.  Her whole being yearned for that to happen.
Yet as excited as she was about tonight, she was even
more afraid.  God knew she didn't have a good track
record with her relationships up to this point in her
young life.  She pessimistically wondered how she was
going to mess this one up.

As she stared at the emerging butterfly in the mirror,
she thought back on the events leading up to this
night.  How?  Why?

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Karin's life was a mess.  A total mess.  But that was
nothing new.  It had always been a mess....

She was just 18 years old, and had barely graduated
High School with a D average.  The irony that her grade
point average was the same as her bra cup size didn't
escape her.  She thought it was funny.  Her teachers
would have been stunned to learn that she not only knew
what irony was, but that she could identify aspects of
it in her own life, and see the humor as well.  She
wasn't stupid.  She was just easily distracted, bored
and terribly insecure, which she hid from everyone by
being aloof.  Unfortunately, her body had encouraged
all kinds of distractions from the boys at her high
school.
Karin was tall for a girl, almost 6 feet tall, feminine
and graceful.  Her aloofness scared all but the most
aggressive boys and kept them from asking her out.
They just didn't know how to deal with a female that
didn't pant like a bitch in heat.  They never found out
it was an act, a sham.  The ones who did ask her out
were treated with icy coolness.  Look but don't touch.
She was a trophy date to take to the country club or
the prom, but never into the backseat.

Which was surprising, considering how universally horny
teenage boys are and how drop-dead beautiful Karin was.
Her face was regal, more serious than she was.  Clear
blue eyes, blonde hair, a long, graceful neck.  Smooth,
rounded shoulders tapered into delicate arms, ending in
soft slender fingers.
Her legs drew a lot of attention, especially in Spring
and Summer when she wore shorts.  They had been a
featured attraction ever since the sixth grade when she
sprouted up.  They were constantly a source of
embarrassment to her.  When she sat and innocently
crossed them in class, or when she walked down the
hall, they drew unwanted attention to her.  They were
endless and the short skirts she wore emphasized their
length and shapeliness.
Her hips flared nicely, but still retained the trimness
of a younger girl.  The firm clean lines of her ass
cheeks swayed when she walked down the school hallways,
never failing to bring at least one, if not a chorus of
whistles behind her.

Her breasts, however, were truly amazing.  They were
huge, stupendous, but her height made them seem almost
proportionate to her body.  Almost.  The sensuously
rounded orbs sat high and proud on her broad chest,
firm and large, defying laws of gravity and physics by
standing straight out without support.  At their
quivering tips were quarter-sized circles colored a
dusky pink with perfectly centered crinkled red buttons
that always seemed to be sticking out through whatever
she was wearing.
Early on, she had been proud of her chesty development
until the girls in her gym class had spited her in
their juvenile envy.  The very same girls who had been
her `best' friends the year before ostracized her when
her tits ballooned over the summer.  She was never
invited to any more parties, sleepovers, nor included
in the gossip.
The boys on the other hand, although they pestered her
a lot, mostly just looked, drooled and jacked off.
They were immature and the image she presented to them
made them nervous.  Even the quarterback of the
football team fumbled around her.  She had been the
chief actress in many a high school fantasy and wet
dream but ended up dateless on most Saturday nights.

When she did date, they went one of two ways.  Either
the boys were so overwhelmed with her beauty and
nearness that they creamed their shorts just sitting
beside her, or they would explode at her, and try to
rape her.  Those who exploded at her also exploded in
their shorts.  None of the immature bastards even tried
to kiss her.  It they had only known....
Her home life had not been much better.  Her mother
drank a lot, her father fooled around a lot, or at
least, that's what the neighbors said.  The times Karin
had liked best were when her mother was unconscious and
her father was `out of town'.  On those nights at
least, although she was alone, neither one of them
would beat her or humiliate her.

So it was not surprising that when Mr. Saunders, a
wealthy businessman from the big city, showed an
interest in her, she was drawn to him.  He had chanced
to see her walking home from school as he drove through
her small town.  He had been looking for a service
station.  He was so impressed he decided to stay and
look into this statuesque creature.  He was a big man,
tall and handsome.  She looked like she would be an
ideal set piece for him.

When he approached her, he did so without fear or
nervousness.  Not at all like the boys who stammered
and gasped.  As she thought back, she figured she must
have fallen in love with him when he introduced
himself.  He treated her so kind, and was the perfect
gentleman on every one of their dates.  He didn't try
to kiss her or have sex with her or touch her during
their whirlwind courtship.  Never once did she sense he
had soiled himself.  She took this to be a measure of
his self-control.  In her short life, Karen had never
met a man like Bill Saunders.  Not because he was a
gentleman, intelligent and refined, but because he was
gay.
Bill's business was in a close-knit industry that
demanded a "normal" family image and he desperately
needed a wife.  His initial assessment of Karin was
confirmed as he researched her family and the boring
little town:  Karin was the perfect trophy wife.
Beautiful and dumb, a girl no one cared about.
He quietly gave her parents $10,000 cash at their
daughter's wedding to forget about her.  No phone
calls, no letters, no visits, no contact at all.  With
that much money for booze, it was guaranteed they
wouldn't remember anything for long.
Bill had insisted that Karin pack up everything that
was hers in her parents house and bring it with her
when she moved to the big city.  He wanted no traces of
her left behind, no little articles or knick-knacks to
stir long forgotten memories in her parents minds of
their one and only child.
He needn't have bothered.  Her parents had resented her
from her conception.  Her striking beauty and aloofness
had only infuriated them more.  They resented how plain
and ordinary she made them feel.  They accused her of
disdain.  Karin was already forgotten before she and
her new husband had left town following the small
reception.  Her parents both drank themselves to death
within two months.  The local banker, seeking to curry
favor with the big city businessman, contacted Bill
about their deaths.  Bill didn't tell Karin, so she
didn't go to the funeral.

The marriage had been six months ago and her brief, 6-
month marriage to the 55-year-old successful
businessman was a total failure.  Nothing worked
between them.  No matter what she tried, no matter how
hard she worked to please him, she always upset him.
She couldn't relate to her husband's work or his
education.  She never thought it might not be her
fault.

The fa㌢de of her fairy-tale marriage to the handsome
Bill Saunders had started cracking on their wedding
night.  He had complained of a headache, of all things,
that first night.  The second night he passed out
drunk, something she was used to.  The honeymoon had
ended abruptly with a well-planned emergency in another
city.  He apologized, but was sure she would
understand.
Other business trips came up and he was away for weeks
at a time.  When he was home, he came back from the
office late at night.  She had been married for six
months and was still a virgin.  To her way of thinking,
she had been a failure as a daughter, she had been a
failure in high school and now she was a failure as a
wife.

She even thought she was a failure as a woman.  She had
realized her husband was gay early on, but thought she
was the reason for it.  At first it was the pool man
who only came to clean the pool when Bill was home.
The job always seemed to take two people, especially
the part that took them into the cabana out behind the
pool.  It wasn't until she needed to turn off the pool
filter one day and looked for the filter equipment in
the small outbuilding that she found there was no
reason for them to be in there.

Lately it had been the butler that didn't butler.  Her
new home was a big house and she initially appreciated
the gesture from Bill to provide her with some help.
She didn't think twice about the butler moving into the
quarters off the kitchen.  That's what a butler did.
But this one did more.  And less.  He was absolutely no
help to her around the house.  As time passed, the
relationship between the three of them became tense.
The normal roles of husband and wife were mixed up
helter skelter.

Karin became more and more isolated and alone.  She had
nowhere to go and no one to turn to.  She never went
out, she didn't drive, and she had no friends.  She
didn't know anyone but Bill and the household staff.
The cook only spoke Spanish, the gardener was deaf, and
the butler, well, the butler resented her very
existence.  That had been made very clear to her two
weeks ago.
Two weeks ago, Bill and the "butler", Bruce, had
surprised her as she lay sunning herself by the pool.
Bill insisted that she maintain her youthful appearance
and beauty.  He liked her to appear as if they had
spent time on the islands, so she spent as much of her
time in the sun as possible.  As his trophy wife, she
had the finest clothes to wear, and, of course, the
tiniest bikinis.
That afternoon, as she lay soaking up the last of the
day's light, the two men had quietly sneaked up behind
her and overpowered her.  She had been immediately
blindfolded.  A thick hand towel had been stuffed,
crammed in her mouth by one of them.  Bruce, she
thought.  Her arms had been pulled hard behind her back
as she lay struggling on her stomach.  Her assailant
tied them with a piece of stiff twine or wire.  It was
tied tight and cut deeply into her wrists.  There was
no love or tenderness in either of the men's actions.
She had been picked up, thrown over a shoulder, and
hauled like an old rug down into the basement.  There,
they had strung her up and proceeded to torment her as
only two misogynistic men were capable of.
Her hands had been re-tied from behind her back to the
thick pipes running overhead, leaving her feet dangling
about two inches off the floor.  As tall as she was,
her feet didn't reach the floor to support her.  They
had not bothered to take off her skimpy covering, but
merely pushed the tiny triangles of her bikini top up
off her firm tits and yanked the bottoms down around
her thighs.  Doing it that way made her feel more
exposed and naked than if she had been completely nude.
Bruce, the sadistic butler, had started slapping her
firm tits with his hands.  He had to reach up to hit
her chest, but he still managed to hit her hard.  He
was a wimpy, emasculated, effeminate man and was
jealous of Karin's femininity.  He was especially
jealous of her natural charm and beauty and above all,
her perfectly rounded tits.
He began to work her tits over, going from slapping
them side to side to using them as a punching bag,
hitting them straight on with his closed fists.  Karin
screamed into the towel gag as the blows jarred her
body.  He was working so hard that the sweat was
running down, staining his silk pajamas.  Sadist that
he was, he got excited beating up a helpless woman.
His erection tented the loose-fitting pants until the
tip slipped out between the buttons of the fly.  The
short pink organ was highlighted against the black
shiny fabric.

Bill watched as Bruce tormented the stupid country girl
that he had married.  That's essentially how he thought
of the cunt.  Too dumb to boil water.  But with her
folks gone, he figured he could be a respectable
widower in a year of so.  No one would miss the bitch.

Until then, though, he figured he might as well get all
the mileage out of little wifey as he could.  This
whole brutality thing had been the butler's idea.  It
hadn't escaped his notice that it had been Bruce's idea
that had gotten him into this mess with the big Hong
Kong bank in the first place.  Now it was the butler's
idea to get out of that trouble with the bank by
prostituting his wife to the bank's president.  All
they had to do was to get Karin to go along with the
idea.  Bruce had convinced him that beating the shit
out of her was the only way to convince her to follow
through with it even if they weren't around to make
sure.
Bill watched the barbaric butler beat on Karin a little
longer.  He wasn't sure but he thought he detected a
subtle change in the girl's reactions to the punishing
blows.  Her screams had softened to moans and were
coming less frequently, but that could be exhaustion.
Her pink nipples seemed to be puffing up and darkening
in hue, but that could be due to the beating they were
taking.  He was not an expert in female sexual
responses - he had never had an interest in it - but he
thought he noticed moisture seeping from between her
flailing thighs.  That one had him stumped.
For her part, Karin had been taken by surprise by her
reactions.  The blindfold confused her and she couldn't
get her bearings.  She never realized how much she
relied on her sight.  She wondered if perhaps they were
just playing a trick on her.  Then she thought they
were really kidnappers, until they spoke to one another
and she recognized their voices.  Why would her husband
want to do this to her?

The ropes around her wrists had hurt, but there was
also another deeper feeling building insider her she
couldn't quite put her finger on.  It was like it was
OK what was happening.  It was like security blanket,
the feeling that she was not in control.  Whatever
happened, she was not responsible, there was no
pressure on her to act in any particular way.  She
couldn't screw this up.  It was comforting in a strange
way and she relaxed and let it happen to her.
She had gone limp as they had lifted her and allowed
them to hoist her over a shoulder.  She didn't resist
as they had strung her from the overhead pipes in the
basement.  She had blushed, unnoticed, when her breasts
and pussy had been exposed, but that blush quickly
faded as Bruce, she had guessed correctly, had started
slapping and then punching her in the tits and tummy.

The initial slaps had surprised her and the sudden pain
in her boobs had made her scream.  It was the only
defense she had left.  The pain had quickly been
replaced by surprisingly intense pleasant feelings that
zipped straight to her cunt.  The wonderful tingling
had built with each slap and punch of her tits.  Tensed
and primed by endless hours of using her finger as her
sole source of pleasure, the virgin wife was quickly
teetering on the edge of a ripping climax.  For the
first time in her life, she felt really alive.  She was
charged up.  Something wonderful was going to happen,
she could feel it building in her sopping cunt.

Whether Bruce sensed her impending orgasm, or whether
he just got lucky doesn't matter much, because just as
she was about to free fall over the edge, he punched
the defenseless dangling girl in her relaxed, untrained
stomach with two powerful jabs.   The air was forced
completely from her lungs, squelching any possibility
of her pending orgasm.  Bill stepped in to stop the
raging butler from doing too much damage to the gasping
woman.  They did, after all, have to keep her in
relatively good shape for her `date'.
"My turn, Brucie.  Why don't you rest a while?"

Bruce was in a blood rage and wasn't about to quit.
All the frustrations he had had all his life at having
a female mind and a male body were finally coming out.
Anger at all the teasing from the other kids.  Anger
that this cunt was his lover's legal wife.  He turned
to Bill, whining.  "Just a little longer, Bill.  The
bitch deserves it."

"No, Bruce.  That's not the reason we're here, now, is
it?  We can't be selling damaged goods to this client
now, can we?"

The mention of the banker calmed Bruce down.  That mean
son of a bitch would make this beating seem like a
ballroom dance lesson.  Bruce had worked for the banker
up until last year.  The banker had fired him after it
was discovered Bruce had embezzled a lot of money from
him.  More than a lot.  Too much money for the bank to
publicly admit to, and still keep the confidence of its
depositors.  Way too much for the banker to admit to
the board of directors and still keep his job.

Bruce had been well aware of the banker's reputation
with the ladies.  The ones he dated always seemed to
have trouble sitting down - or even moving without a
gasp of pain, for that matter - after a `date' with
him.  After talking with a couple of them, quietly, of
course, Bruce had discovered that the banker liked to
tie up his unsuspecting victims, then spank and whip
them mercilessly.  Bruce had never known a girl to
voluntarily go on a second date with the banker.

Bill was not aware that the banker and Bruce knew each
other.  Bill was the rich patsy Bruce was using to pay
the banker back for the money he had stolen.  The money
that could be skimmed from the new building loan for
the new manufacturing plant should more than cover his
losses.  The rest was just gravy for the banker.

Being the thorough man that he was, the banker
researched all potential relationships before he made a
move.  Bruce, the flaming gay, had been forced on the
bank by the fucking liberals and their EEOC policies.
He had simply shown up in his department with the
access codes.  Those idiots in Personnel hadn't even
done a resume check.  By the time the money was
missing, it was too late to point fingers.  It was his
responsibility by then.  And he was pissed.

So when he finally did move to get his due, he applied
the screws to both Bill and Bruce.  He had them right
where he wanted them.  He had been quietly pressing
Bruce to get his money back, and then began
blackmailing Bill when he found out he was gay, and was
that Bruce was living with him.  Butler, my ass...

He had seen Karin by the pool on one of his rare visits
to Bill's mansion.  That day he had been there to pick
up a late payment, and his mood was foul.  He had
walked by the huge windows that overlooked the pool,
automatically glanced out, a flash of color catching
his attention.  He nearly stumbled over a chair as he
had done a double take at the sight of the beautiful
near-naked creature lying there.  His research had not
picked up this piece of information.  His eyes had
glazed over, his heart beat like a trip hammer and his
cock swelled up like a young bull in mating season.  He
let the two faggots know of a way to cancel the rest of
the debt.  Just one weekend with the girl.  Longer, if
it worked out.

The two gay lovers couldn't agree fast enough to give
him Karin.  Any way he wanted her.  Bill didn't mention
that she was his wife, but it wouldn't have mattered to
the banker.  They made arrangements for three weeks
hence.  She would be moved to an isolated apartment,
unprotected, no alarms and no neighbors.  Bill smiled
coldly as he thought of the perfect location.  All they
had to do was get her to cooperate for the first part
of the date.

Bruce thought that with the bitch out of the way and
out of the house, he could consolidate his position
with this rich businessman.  For his part, Bill felt he
had to protect his business at all costs.  Karin, to
him, was simply an asset he was finally able to put to
use.  The banker had threatened to expose him to his
more pious colleagues, and he couldn't let that happen.
They would drum him out of business within a month.
They wouldn't even need proof.  Just the rumor.  God
knows he'd ruined one of his more pesky competitors
that way and had passed on his share of gossip that he
was sure had no basis in truth.  He was in a precarious
position, and he knew it.  Karin was a write-off.  So
was Bruce, as soon as this was finished.

So they ended up in the basement, with Bruce using
Karin as a punching bag to get her to agree to the
deal.

Bill stepped up to the gasping girl.  Tears leaked out
below the blindfold and streaked down her flushed
cheeks.  Reaching out with both hands, he captured a
bruised swollen nipple between each thumb and
forefinger.  Somewhat distastefully, he rolled them
around, stimulated the hard buttons until they puffed
up even larger.

"Karin, I want you to listen very carefully.  I need
you to do something for me.  It's very important.  If
you don't agree to do it, I'm afraid that I'm going to
have to let Bruce hit you some more until you do.  Do
you understand me?"

Karin fearfully nodded her head in the direction of the
voice.  She wasn't afraid of what Bruce might do to
her.  She was afraid, because this was the most words
he had spoken to her since the day they were married.
And he was talking to her as if she were an adult, too.
If it was that important, she just knew she would mess
it up.

"I want you to escort a friend of mine to a dance at a
convention.  He is a very important man and you will be
nice to him. OK?"

Again she nodded, puzzled.  All this for a date?

Bill twisted her nipples viciously, threatening to rip
them off.

"I mean very nice, bitch.  Do you understand what I
mean?  You will do anything he wants, right?
Anything!"

The tight twisting of her nipples sent Karin over the
edge she had been close to before the wind was knocked
out of her.  Skyrockets of light burst in her head and
her cunt gushed slippery fluids down her long tanned
thighs.  She whipped her head back and forth in her
ecstasy, screaming into the towel.  This was better
than her fingers by a long ways.

"Right, bitch?" Bill demanded again, emphasizing the
question with another sadistic twist.

Coming down from her orgasm, Karin weakly nodded her
agreement.

"What a fucking whore!" muttered Bruce, standing off to
one side.  "A fucking good-for-nothing cunt!"  He had
wanted her to resist.  He had dreamed of her resisting,
ever since Bill had agreed to this bizarre technique.

Turning to Bill, he pleaded, "Let me give her some
more, just to make sure she understands.  Please?"

"No," came the answer.

Bill looked at the hanging girl.  He noticed the
excessive wetness between her thighs and poked an
exploratory finger up into her pussy.

Karin jerked spastically at the unaccustomed intrusion
by someone else's finger.

His manicured finger slithered between her slick puffy
lips and entered her virginal tunnel.  Part way in, the
tip encountered a tough membrane.

A look of surprise crossed his face, followed quickly
by outright rage.

"You BITCH!" he exploded,  "You're still a fucking
VIRGIN!  I figured you would have at least gotten rid
of it in high school.  Shit!  You're too fucking stupid
to have even done that right"

He looked around in a blind rage, seeking something,
anything, to show her how incredibly worthless she was.
Spying the perfect object, he grinned wickedly.  It was
just what he wanted.  He stepped over to the cleaning
closet and pulled out a soiled, stinking toilet
plunger.  Pulling a condom from the pocket of his open
robe, he ripped opened the foil and slipped it onto the
dirty wooden handle.

Bruce watched the proceedings with excited bright eyes,
his stubby hardon bouncing with each beat of his
rapidly beating heart.  This was going to be even
better than he had dared hope.  He quivered with
anticipation, his hand lost in the folds of his pajamas
as he stroked his puny dick.

Bill strode back over to his suspended wife.  He set
the plunger on the floor next to her.  Reaching up he
grabbed the bottoms of her bikini and jerked the
useless fabric off her thighs.

"Bruce, hold her legs apart.  We've got a block in the
plumbing and a helper to help," he said maliciously.

Bruce quickly moved behind the dazed girl and squatted
down.  He wanted to see this close up.  This should
finish the bitch.  Raped by the plumber's helper.  He
grabbed an ankle in each hand and spread them as wide
as he could.

Karin was now struggling as best she could, but she was
tired.  She had been hanging for almost 30 minutes and
her shoulders and arms were sore from the strain.  Each
weak kick of her legs jerked her stressed joints
painfully.  It couldn't be good what they had planned.
She had never heard such an evil tone, from anyone,
much less her husband.  She suddenly realized she
didn't really know this man.  She cried out fearfully,
but it was too late.  Her strength was sapped.

Bruce didn't have too difficult a job to spread her
shapely legs and expose the target to Bill's advancing
plunger.  He gripped her slim ankles tighter than he
needed to, leaving angry red marks on them.

Karin was not aware that she was about to be
mechanically violated.  She had heard the two men
talking.  She figured out that Bill was going to
finally make her a woman.  If it hadn't been for his
anger and tone of voice, she would have been excited
about it because she had waited for six months for him
to exercise his conjugal rights.  And now he was.

She was unprepared for the sudden jab of the long hard
handle into her cunt.  The unlubricated condom
irritated the sensitive tender skin in her cunt.  After
advancing about two inches, the blunted head hit her
hymen.  She screamed into the thick towel gagging her.
The pain was blinding, different than before.  This
just fucking hurt.

Bill nodded silently to Bruce, who tightened his grip
on her ankles.  With a fierce hateful yell and a
twisting lunge, Bill shoved the handle forcefully into
Karin's virgin tunnel, forcing the handle of the
plunger past the thin membrane barrier.  It parted with
an almost audible tearing sound.

Karin screamed into the gag in horror, almost freeing
her legs from the vicious grasp.  White hot flashes
coursed through her body.  Searing, horrible pain.
This was awful.

The handle continued in until the serial numbers on the
condom covering the top of it were hidden in her soft
pussy hairs.  Bill yanked the handle out, then jabbed
the handle in, then out, then in and out twice more.
Satisfied that the disgusting unused conjugal passage
was now clear, and his precious reputation protected,
he set the toilet plunger down carefully on the
basement floor.  He wiped his shit covered hands on her
heaving tits.

Bruce and Bill untied Karin's hands and let her drop
heavily to the floor.  Her rubbery legs wouldn't
support her.  They left her lying there to come to by
herself.  Bill also left the bloody rubber on the
handle of the stinking plunger.  He wanted that bloody
post to be the first thing that she saw.  He hoped she
realized it for what it was - her first lover.

Chapter 2That had been two weeks ago.

Karin had crawled painfully up the stairs out of the
basement, then up more stairs to her room.  She hurt
all over.  She was confused.  The next day, she was
efficiently moved to a small apartment in one of the
company's commercial warehouses downtown.  Not an
excess word was exchanged between the three of them.
Bill had the cook had come in to her room early in the
morning and pack a few of her things while she was in
the shower.  By the time she made her way out of the
bathroom, there was a pair of shorts and a halter-top
laid out on the bed.  She dressed herself in those and
she left the mansion in a taxi.  She wasn't offered any
breakfast.

The building they moved her into was in one of the
older industrial sections of town.  The apartment had
it's own separate entrance via the parking garage.
Originally it had been designed to house an on-site
General Manager of a factory.  Built in the twenties or
thirties, it was big and solid.  One of the previous
owners had sealed off and isolated from the work area.
The factory was long since abandoned, and the building
was now used as an overflow storehouse for raw
materials.  The inside of the warehouse was gritty with
dirt, vermin and disuse.  The apartment, although
separate, had been vacant for a long time and some of
the grime of the warehouse filtered into it.  It was
dirty, smelly, and in the middle of nowhere.  As far as
she knew, Bill had intended this to be an insult to
her.

She identified with the little apartment, however.  It
felt like she and it belonged together.

Just before she had closed the door to the taxi, the
cook had shoved an envelope into her hands.  She sat
down and read the short, terse note inside.  She
learned that Bill had provided her a bank account.
Each week, money would be deposited into the account
automatically, provided she 'behaved herself.'  Food
would be delivered by a `local' store, all she had to
do was call and order.  There were directions for her
to go shopping for a suitable dress at a fancy boutique
the next week.

Bill would have been astonished had he seen his beaten
wife's expression.  Karin was literally astonished at
her new wealth and the wonderful apartment.  She had
more money now than she ever had before, and she was
happy to be alone on her own.  She sat for a long time
on the dirty couch, hugging herself, laughing joyously
at her freedom.

She immediately threw herself into various diversions.
Part of the first day was spent examining the rooms,
determining what needed to be done to fix up the old
apartment.  There was surprisingly little to do, other
than cleaning.  It had apparently been a luxury
apartment at one time with an extra-large bath, a
beautiful rooftop patio with a hot tub, and good
quality solid furniture.  But that had been several
years ago, as was obvious from the out of date fabric
and fashion of the furnishings.

Karin had plunged into what she knew best.  Hell, it
was all she knew how to do.  Housework.  She had swept
and cleaned and scrubbed, put up new drapes. dusted and
swept and mopped the floors. The activity helped keep
her mind occupied.  For about a day and a half.  Then
she set about re-arranging the furniture to her liking.

During the re-arranging process, she discovered that
Bill had lived in the apartment, long ago, when he was
just starting out.  This must have been one of the
first buildings to house his company's manufacturing
plant.  She discovered a section of a diary kept by a
much younger Bill.  The bound notebook had been wedged
down behind a section of a bookcase and the wall.  It
had apparently fallen down and was forgotten when he
moved out.  She didn't know at first what it was and
was about to toss it out when a clipping from an old
newspaper fluttered to the ground.

Picking up the clipping, she read it.  Her interest
piqued, she leafed through the book, looking for other
information.  What she found stunned her.  The diary
picked up in the middle of an involved plot, as this
was just one section of a multi-volume diary.  The more
she read, the more familiar names she read, names she
had heard in the last six months.  They were the names
of Bill's competitors and clients.  Some were
unfamiliar.  But she got the gist of it.  In Bill's own
writing were detailed plots he had made to destroy one
of his rivals.  As far as she could see, the only thing
the rival had done was to be an honest businessman.
There were several sneering passages about how goody-
goody the bastard was.

At first, she thought the plotting had just been
theories, mock rage stuff. Then, as she read the daily
entries, the chilling story unfolded. It told how,
after careful planning, Bill had set in motion a
fabrication of lies and half-truths that had wiped the
man out.  The passages became savage, describing the
depths to which the man had fallen.  Bill described how
the man had come to him, not knowing it had been Bill
who had planned and started the whole thing.  Bill
described how he had `helped' the guy out - for a
price, of course.  That price was a partnership in the
failing company.

What chilled Karin to the bone was that the old
newspaper clipping was the story of the gruesome murder-
suicide of the broken man and his wife.  A couple of
the passages in the diary led her to believe it had not
been a voluntary suicide, but that someone, namely
Bill, had been there to help him out of his misery.
The same misery Bill had put him in.

The thought that Bill was that calculating, that cold,
that unfeeling hit her like a hammer.  It suddenly
became very clear to her that she had to grow up, take
charge of her life.  Now, this didn't happen like a
bolt of lightning from the sky, but the mental shift
was there.  Being alone and on her own for the first
time helped.  But she also realized that she was
totally unprepared for living in a cruel world.

Such deep thoughts were frightening to her.  She tried
to keep as busy as she could during the day by
exploring the blocks surrounding the apartment.  She
would walk for hours, pushing her body until the
soreness from the beating was indistinguishable from
the soreness of the overworked muscles.  Gradually, she
healed.  She was even able to wear heavier blouses and
shirts over her tenderized breasts.  She had been
receiving a lot of cat-calls and wolf whistles on her
walks around the area.  Some of the guys were gross,
but a couple of them were cute, too.  Although she
still wasn't comfortable with all the attention blatant
sexuality, she was making tremendous strides in her
level of self-confidence.  Besides, she kind of liked
turning on all those men.

She had discovered, drained, cleaned and filled the hot
tub on the terrace, and was pleasantly surprised when
it ran perfectly.  It had been an exorbitant luxury
when it was installed 20-25 years ago and it had been
built to last.  She enjoyed the hot soothing bubbling
water often in the evenings.  It felt so decadent to be
naked in the middle of downtown and outside in the open
air.  She spent hours soaking in the bubbling water,
letting the soothing currents soak away the last of her
aches and pains.  She kind of zoned out in the hot tub.
The cares of the day and the fears of tomorrow faded
away.  But eventually she had to get out of the water.
To try to sleep.  It seemed to her that she would lay
in bed all night long as her thoughts raced forwards to
her date.  She wondered what the man would be like.
What would he ask her to do?  Could she do it?  Could
she not do it?

Then the itching would start.  It was the kind of itch
she couldn't quite scratch.  But she tried to and she
would almost succeed.  She would then remember those
intense feelings she had felt in the basement at the
hands of those two sadistic brutes.  Fresh tears of
humiliation would fill her eyes as she realized just
how turned on she had been at the rough treatment they
had given her.  Her cheeks would flame red with her
shame, but even embarrassment could not diminish the
rising urgency of her need.

Pushing her shame aside, she focused on trying to feel
that same sexual rush again.  Her fingers blurred in
between her legs in frustrated persistence as the itch
wouldn't go away and she couldn't get off.  After
several frustrating nights, she started doing things to
try to get herself off.  Like pinching her nipples
hard.  Like Bill had done that night that had felt
soooo goood.

That stimulus worked for a while, but it wasn't enough.
Something was missing.  She started to play with some
old cords from the drapes, first twisting them around
her legs, binding them tightly together.  The heat she
felt in her sex told her she was on the right track.
While her feet and legs were tied, she fantasized about
being totally controlled, totally restrained.  The idea
made her hotter and wetter between her legs.

She tried running the cords through her legs and
pulling the twisted strands up tight against her pussy.
She twisted the ends in her hands and sawed the braided
coarse rope back and forth across her clit.  She
managed to cum a couple of times that way, too, but
something was still missing.

These limited excursions led to her attempting full
self-bondage.  First she would tie her ankles together
and secure them to the foot of the bed with a short
rope.  She tied her knees together next.  She put
another band of cords across her calves and one around
her mid-thighs.  Again, the tightly tied ropes cut into
her skin, dividing her shapely pins into segments.

She would then twist a rope belt around her waist and
knot it tight, squeezing in her waspish waist.  She
could then run a rope through her tightly closed
thighs.  She tied one end to the belt in the small of
her back and pulled the rope in front up tight between
her cunt lips so that it pressed against her clit and
her asshole.  She didn't tie the front until later.

She had pondered what to do about her breasts, and had
tried many ways to stimulate them.  She finally came up
with a way that satisfied her.  A loop of thin cord was
placed around the base of each tit, hard against her
chest.  She pulled each of the loops tight as if to try
to separate her tits from her chest.  A second loop
placed about midway up around each ballooning boob was
tied with a slipknot.  She held the ends of those in
her mouth.

She then pulled the cunt cord firmly into her pussy and
tied it to the corded belt in front.  A cord looped
around the post in the headboard ended in a slipknot to
hold her hands up over her head.  By pulling the knot
tight after raising her arms over her head and slipping
her hands through the slip knot, she could close her
eyes and pretend she was tied tight, thrashing around
on the over-sized canopied bed.

She would spend hours in this position at night working
out her sexual frustrations, flexing her hips to rub
the cord against her magic button, stimulating herself
to orgasm after orgasm.  But there was still something
missing.  It just wasn't complete, somehow.  She was
frustrated that she had to leave an escape route by
tying a bowknot in the cord that tied her arms to the
headboard.

The only time she really got off and lost herself in
the feeling of helplessness was the time the cord
holding her arms over her head twisted and got a kink
in it.  The knot stuck and there was a half-hour of
panic-filled orgasmic struggling.  She so enjoyed that
time, she seriously contemplated not using an escape
route and just masturbating herself until she died of
starvation.

But if she did that, she would miss her appointment
with the mysterious stranger.  And that date and that
unknown man were becoming increasingly important to
her.  Call it curiosity, call it duty.  She didn't
know.  All she knew was that he was important to Bill
and that Bill owed him something.  She felt no loyalty
to her faux husband anymore, but she had said she would
do this.  Her word had to mean something, right?

Added to all of the mysteriousness was one burning bit
of information.  Probably the most important one to
her.  As she had left the mansion for the last time,
Bruce had maliciously pulled her aside.  With evil
intent, he had instructed her very specifically to ask
the man she was going out with to do something to her.
Something kinky.  She was to ask him to tie her up and
then to spank her.  While telling her to do this, Bruce
had threatened her with a very large knife that had
frightened her terribly, especially because Bruce was
the one holding it and she thought he was crazy.

Bruce had intended that this information about what she
was suppose to ask the man to do to her that night
would terrorize her, scare her out of her mind.  It did
just the opposite.  Those sinister instructions he had
whispered to her fed her nighttime fantasies.  She was
very much looking forward to her 'date' with the
mysterious man.

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Karin shook her head to clear these thoughts.  She
still stood in front of the full-length mirror on her
closet door.  She had deliberated a long time about
what she would wear tonight.  She had spent longer
shopping at the exclusive boutique.  She didn't know
her mystery man's name, or anything about him.  He was
just a blind date she was to ask to do kinky things to
her.

The titillating thrill had a slight taste of fear mixed
in as it swept through her at the thought of the
unknown adventure on which she was embarking.  Goose
bumps rose on her silky skin.  She watched in the
mirror as the tiny bumps slowly faded away and she
shivered again.  Her perfect, silky skin covering her
breasts was clear once more.

The effects of the beating and rape by Bill and Bruce
had faded on her skin, if not in her memory.  She
examined her youthful body closely.  Other than the
goose bumps that were still visible on the rosy tips of
her breasts, her body was flawless.  The bumps on her
boobs made a miniature circular mountain range with the
semi-erect nipple in the center.  Her breasts rode firm
and high on her chest, the effects of age and gravity
not yet evident.  Small triangular patches of creamy
white skin surrounded by a golden tan indicated the
minuscule size of her bikini top.

A similar white triangle pointed like an arrow to the
secret place between her legs.  The rest of her body
was a healthy golden tan, but not a deep one.  She did
not want to have to deal with anymore wrinkles than she
had to later on in life.  She pulled on a thin black
thong panty that just covered the white triangle.  It
would be her sole undergarment tonight.

Her nylon stockings gripped the tops of her shapely
thighs.  Her long legs were accented by the sheen of
the fabric.  The distinctly feminine curves of her
upper thighs held them up with ease, with no need for
garters or leg bands.

She had to honestly evaluate herself as beautiful and
desirable.  This ability to appraise herself honestly
was new to her.  Her shyness was rapidly slipping away
as she turned into a woman who would make her own
decisions from now on.  Why a man had never fuck her
was a mystery to her, especially as she had been
married for six months!  Her increased sexual tensions
in the last two weeks heightened her awareness of her
sensuality and sex appeal.  She was going to go all out
tonight.  She wanted to be fucked, and soon.

Picking up her dress, she slipped it over her head and
let it settle gracefully over her trim body.  The dress
was ivory white on top with a jet-black micro skirt.
The fabric was translucent and filmy, like fine satin.
Reaching behind her waist, she zipped up the short
zipper and fastened the single hook closure at the top.
This pulled the close-fitting material in tight across
her upper thighs, hips, and lower abdomen.  She looked
closely and could see the faint dark outline of the
black panties over her pubic patch, as well as every
hair, dimple and ripple as she moved.  The stretchy
fabric molded to her like a second skin and it would be
obvious to everyone who looked exactly what she was
wearing underneath her short skirt.

There was no back to the upper part of the dress
starting from the top of the skirt.  The creamy white
front panel hung loosely around her body, dangling
precariously from a pair of fragile thin spaghetti
straps that tied behind her neck.  Karin tied the
straps a couple of times, adjusting the scooped neck to
hang at different levels, finally deciding on a length
that allowed the front of the dress to readily fall
away from her chest.  When that happened, it exposed
her completely from her neck to her navel.  When she
twirled around, the wind would catch the sides of the
dress, billowing them out to expose her magnificent
breasts from the sides.

"Well, that should give him an eye-full!" she said to
no one in particular.  She experimented with the dress,
spinning around a couple of times.  "I hope he likes
it.  I know I do."

She selected a pair of high heels that accentuated her
height.  The five-inch heels pushed her to almost six
and a half feet tall.  She had no idea of the
devastating impact her height would have on a short man
or one of average stature.  She only knew she looked
very sexy in these heels, and she wanted to look sexy
for this mystery man.  How would he know she wanted him
to fuck her senseless if she didn't look sexy for him?

She had just thrown a sheer white shawl around her
shoulders when the limo arrived in the downstairs
parking garage.  Just like his message had said.  The
note, with a white wrist corsage, had been delivered to
her apartment this morning.  There was no name, just
that a driver would show for her at 6:00 sharp, and to
please be prompt.

The driver got out of the car and rang the bell.  She
hurried to the elevator and went down to meet the
waiting driver.

The stoic chauffeur gave a visible start when he saw
the extraordinary beauty who stood in the open
elevator.  He gave an embarrassed grin at his lapse,
then bowed formally and opened the rear door of the
limo for her.  She stepped gracefully into the
luxurious passenger area and settled back into a
decadently soft leather seat.  The windows were tinted
so dark, Karin imagined she could be naked and no one
outside would know.

A glass of freshly poured champagne was waiting for her
on the small tray beside her seat.  She picked it up
and took a sip.  It was delicious and the bubbles
tickled her nose.  She hardly noticed they had pulled
away from the curb and were on the way to meet her
mysterious man.

Two glasses of bubbly later the car drove into the
underground garage of a large downtown corporate
building.  The driver pulled up next to a brightly-lit
elevator door.

"Top floor, Miss," said the driver, turning around.  He
paused, stunned once more by her beauty.
Uncharacteristically he added, "Have a good time."

She flashed him a sincere 'Thank you' smile and stepped
out of the car.

Her 5-inch heels caught her by surprise when she took
her first steps.  She stumbled slightly when one
slipped off her foot.  She was not quite used to
wearing them.  The alcohol made her kind of tipsy, as
well.  As she bent to retrieve her errant shoe, she
thought of the childhood fairy tale and the glass
slipper.  An uncharacteristic giggle took control of
her and eased some of the building tension in her.
Finished putting her shoe on, she stood and walked
purposefully over to the open elevator.  She stepped
in, surveyed her options, and giggled again.  No more
champagne for her!

She paused and took a deep breath, clearing her head.
This was it, time to get serious.  She pushed the top
button, waving goodbye to the driver as the door closed
on her past.  She was on her way.  She wondered if
Cinderella had been this scared on her way to the ball.

Chapter 3
The elevator doors opened silently on a sumptuous
boardroom that had been converted into a ballroom.
There was music playing, performed by a live 8-piece
orchestra.  Karin was impressed.  Not that she had ever
seen a room this nice before.  She had never heard a
live orchestra before.  She stood still and let the
soothing sounds steady her nerves.  Several people
looked up as the opening doors announced her arrival.
She stepped out of the elevator and waited, her hands
hanging easily by her side.  This was as far as her
instructions took her.  She had not screwed it up.
That part of her was gone forever.

A well-dressed man stepped forward to meet her.  "Karin
Saunders?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm Karin."

He smiled warmly at her and held out his hand.
"Welcome to the President's Ball.  Thank you so much
for coming.  My name is 'Sam Adams', and I am to be
your escort for the evening."  He continued in a
conspiratorial tone, as if she were being let in on a
secret. "This is an annual event.  All of the men here
are presidents of their companies."

While he was speaking to her, she tried to scope him
out with a casual glance.  What she saw started her
heart racing.  Her breath came in short gasps.  She
knew her cheeks were flushing crimson and that she was
now staring at him openly.  She did manage to close her
mouth before it gaped all the way open.  She felt her
nipples harden and poke through the thin fabric of the
dress.  She began to wonder if she had made a mistake
about flaunting herself so openly tonight.

Sam Adams was a handsome man.  Definitely!  He looked
to be about 45 years old and tall.  He was taller than
she was in her heels.  He had a strong face, rugged
features, and kind eyes that crinkled when he grinned.
She saw his eyes dance excitedly as he looked her over
as well, his gaze dwelling briefly on her exposed
nipples.  She blushed deeply again, but knew
instinctively that the dress had not been a mistake.
Tonight she would get fucked.  Finally!

His chest was broad and his waist was slim.  He
obviously kept himself in top shape and watched his
diet.  She took his offered hand in hers and smiled up
at him.  His hand was smooth but strong.  It excited
her to touch him, stirring her emotions.  There were no
sharp calluses or nails.  A man of wealth, but what
else had she expected?

He had been appraising her at the same time.  What he
saw set his sex drive on overload.  It was all he could
do to keep from ravishing her right there on the floor.
It had been done before at these affairs, and often.
He had seen a lot of potential in the young girl that
one time he had seen her lying by the pool.  But this
was more than he had even hoped to imagine.

She was a statuesque beauty - a vision of sexual
delight and promise.  But the was more.  There was
something about the look in her eyes that kept him from
being able to catch his breath, as if she had a grip on
his heart.  It was an unaccustomed feeling for him.

Taking her wrap and giving it to the hatcheck girl, he
caught his breath once more as her gown was completely
revealed to him.  It confirmed what he had only
suspected.  She was totally on display for him tonight.
He was enough of a cad to appreciate the effort she had
gone to for him.  He could see her nipples as they
peeked through the thin fabric of the loose top.  Her
trim waist was highlighted by the hint of her miniscule
panties, and, as she walked in front of him into the
ballroom, he thought he could imagine the dark thin
line of the narrow thong as it disappeared into her ass
crack.  Her tightly covered cheeks tantalized him as
they swayed back and forth.

Walking into the main area was like something out of an
investment commercial, the one where every one listens
when this guy speaks.  Everyone stopped to look at
them.  The orchestra just happened to stop playing at
the same time.  Karin surveyed the room.

There were several men in attendance, all of them with
that certain air of self-confidence that made them seem
debonair and handsome, regardless of their drivers
license photo.  They were obviously men of wealth.
There were a few other women scattered around the room,
as well.  All of the women were young and pretty, some
were beautiful, but none of them were close to Karin's
class.  She stood out not only because of her height,
but because her poise and beauty set her apart as
something truly special.

Sam was gloating inside, beaming graciously outside.
He had just won the contest for best date.  It was
sophomoric, he knew, but still, it was a big deal.
Winning that contest meant that the next President's
Ball would be at his company building.  That meant he
personally would get a percentage of all of the
`contracts' negotiated on his premises.  It was a point
of honor among the members of the club to be truthful
about the amounts of the contracts negotiated.  The
disclosure of the parties involved was another matter
entirely, as the majority of those deals were probably
illegal.  But what the SEC didn't know.

And besides all that, the pot for tonight's best date
was over $100,000 cash, tax-free.  Sam allowed a touch
of smugness to touch his gracious smile.  This
arrangement with those two queers was beginning to pay
off already.  And he had yet to have his way with the
guy's wife!

Sam asked Karin to dance.  They moved around the floor
effortlessly.  They fit together perfectly, and they
danced as if they had danced a thousand times before.
The first time he twirled her, his pupils widened at
the peep show presented to him by the billowing dress.

She saw his eyes glitter when his gaze dropped to her
tits.  She smiled happily up at him.  He liked her!

He saw that she had caught him looking at her chest and
grinned sheepishly.  It wasn't often that a woman -
just a girl, actually - could make him feel like a
bumbling teenager again.

She saw his chagrined look and leaned her head against
his chest with a sigh.  She felt so safe with him.
Sam.  Sam Adams.  It was a good name.  One she would
remember for a long time.  They continued dancing and
then he dipped her.  The twin perky nipples of her
breasts floated on globes of spongy flesh, slipping out
from under the edge of the fabric.  It looked like they
winked up at him.  He couldn't resist the tempting
treat they offered.  He bent his head and kissed each
one lightly before raising her back upright.

She giggled, her heart pounding.  Her head was
spinning, thrilled at the illicit sensations he had
given her.  She hugged herself to him tightly.

"Oh, Sam!  That tickled!"  It was clear she wanted him
to do it some more.

He grinned to himself and lowered his hand to stroke
her ass.  His hand automatically molded to the rounded
shape of her cheeks and squeezed firmly.  After kissing
her exposed nipples, he felt more in control of the
situation.  He was back in command, something he was
used to.  Still, her mere presence in his arms sent a
thrill through him he had not felt in years, if ever.
His swollen cock dug into her stomach as they continued
to dance, holding each other tight.

She felt his hard flesh rubbing up against her body and
moaned.  She took every opportunity to grind her
throbbing pussy into his thigh.  She was going to cum
soon.  She was suddenly frightened, wondering if
perhaps that type of lewd display would displease him.
She grit her teeth and held on to him tighter.  Her hot
moist breath saturated his starched white shirt.

He seemed to read her mind as to the perilous closeness
of her climax.  He casually danced her over to a table
and they sat down.  Her breathing slowly calmed down,
and she smiled her thanks to him with her clear blue
eyes.  Sam sat silently, entranced with this young
girl, drinking in her beauty and grace and the raw
sexual aura she exuded.

Within minutes of them sitting down, one of the other
gentlemen approached their table and asked her to dance
with him.  She immediately looked up at Sam, silently
looking to him for direction, for what he wished her to
do.  He seemed somehow pleased at her actions.  He
nodded that it was `OK'.

She danced with that first gentleman and with most of
the other men in the room, as well.  Maybe all of them,
she wasn't sure.  She only knew that she hardly sat
down at all for a long time.  Some of her partners were
shorter and stared straight at her boobs the entire
time they danced.  Others were as tall or taller than
Sam.  To a man, they danced with her respectfully
without groping, but each one twirled her around or
dipped her, somehow managing to catch a close-up view
of her magnificent unfettered breasts.

It was after she had danced with Thomas Jefferson and
George Washington, among others, that Karin finally
figured out that the men at the dance were using false
names.  Why they were doing this, she didn't know.  She
also wondered casually who 'Sam Adams' really was, but
strangely, it didn't concern her a whole lot.  She was
certain he would reveal himself to her when he was
ready.  She didn't seem overly concerned that she could
not identify the building she was in, nor could she
identify by name a single individual at the dance.
There was no sense that she was in danger and it didn't
enter her thoughts at all.

After each dance, each with a different partner, she
returned to Sam and sat beside him.  Almost
immediately, another club member would ask her to
dance.  Each time, she would look up to Sam for his
permission.  He smiled his approval at her behavior and
deference to him.  His approval pleased her beyond
anything she had felt before.  This stranger she had
not known for more than two hours was making her feel
as she had never felt.  She honestly felt she would do
anything to please him.  She knew she could not mess up
with him.  That he approved of her.  He was a magical
man, this Sam Adams, whoever he was and Karin felt like
she was in a fairy tale.

Finally, as if by a signal, no one else asked her to
dance.  Sam indicated for her to sit in the seat beside
him and she sat down, waiting expectantly.  When
nothing happened after a couple of minutes, she
snuggled into Sam's side, relaxing.  It felt good to
get off her feet for a while.  Just being next to him
was turning her on again, though, and she squirmed
impatiently in her chair.

They sat and watched the others dancing by.  Sam seemed
content to have her sit silently beside him for now.
The dancing she had done with the other gentlemen had
warmed her up.  Rivulets of sweat dripped down her
chest making the thin fabric cling to her skin and
appear transparent.  Her tits were proudly on display
for everyone to see.  Everyone who passed their table
looked appreciatively at her near naked beauty.

Still impatient, she decided to go for it.  She didn't
know how to ask him to spank her and she just jumped
in.  "I haven't been too naughty tonight, have I?" she
asked coyly.

"Well, Karin, let's see now.  If you had been naughty,
I would have to spank you, wouldn't I?" he answered
teasingly.

Her heart jumped to her throat.  There!  It was out in
the open.  Oh, please, God.  Please!  She turned in her
chair, facing him.  Slowly and deliberately, she leaned
forward slightly and thrust out her chest while
shimmying her shoulders, exposing herself to him alone.
"Is this naughty?" she asked him innocently.  She
shimmied her shoulders again so that her breasts
jiggled invitingly.  The blatant movement of her tits
made her blush becomingly.  She had never acted so
brazen in her entire life.

"I'd say it was very naughty, wouldn't you?" he
murmured to her, not taking his eyes off her bobbing
breasts for one instant.  With the index finger of each
hand, he caught the edges of the front panel of her
dress and pulled it towards him.  The fabric pulled
away from her body, and from his point of view, she was
exposed from her neck to her navel.

"Oh my!  Yes, I'm afraid so." she said quietly.  "I've
never done anything like this before.  You make me want
to do the most naughty things."  Her voice got quiet.
"Does that mean you're going to spank me now?"

Sam wasn't sure if she was anxious to be spanked, or
afraid.  "Yes, I'm going to spank you..."

She gasped as a small, but definite orgasm rippled
through her body.  Sam noticed and smiled to himself.
She was perfect.

"...but not now.  Later."

"Oooohhhhh, yyyeess," she sighed.  "Will it be hard?"
Still in the quiet voice.  Sam decided it must be
wistful.

"Yes, it will be hard.  And long."

"Oooohhhhh, YYEESS," came her quiet answer.  She was
wet and ready for him now.  Right there.  On the floor.
She didn't care.

Sam stood and took her hand.  She stood up obediently
and he led her out onto the dance floor.  As they began
dancing, he took her hands in his, kissed the palms of
each and then placed them behind her neck.  She
quivered with excitement at this strange posture he
wanted her in.  Her excitement inflamed his lust,
making the front of his pants bulge with promise.  He
nudged and encouraged his pupil until she inter-laced
her fingers behind her neck and spread her elbows wide,
a quizzical, hopeful look on her face.

Smiling reassuringly at her, he moved in closely to her
offered body and held her close to his own.  He could
feel her pulsating tension.  When she started to move
her hands down, he pinched her firmly on her buttock.
She gasped at the sudden pain, winced and then, with
his encouragement, raised her hands back to the
position he wanted them in.  She looked up at him with
a hurt wonderment in her eyes.  Karin was not used to
having someone else dictate anything to her.  She was
experiencing the first glorious feelings of total
surrender to another's will.  She drank it down as if
she was dying of thirst.

With her hands remaining clasped behind her neck, Sam
began to take liberties with her luscious body right
there on the dance floor.  He brazenly slipped his
hands up under the front panel of her dress and
possessively cupped her a succulent breast in each of
his large hands.  They fit nicely over the curved orbs,
but there was still plenty left over.

He began to tease and torment the dazed woman.  Her
breathing became even more ragged and she began to
loose her balance.  He grinned knowingly, placed his
arm around her tiny waist, and pulled her lower torso
against his lower body.  He made her lean back slightly
to give him easier access to her tits.  She willingly
complied.  She was literally falling into him as they
swayed softly to the sensual music.

Rolling her stiff nipples softly between his fingers,
he watched her reactions.  Gasping slightly, she gazed
up into his eyes but didn't flinch or pull away.  Her
shallow breathing became more rapid.  Excited little
mewls and moans escaped from her throat, music to his
ears.  The blood rose up from her throat into her neck
and then her cheeks.  She was not embarrassed, just
excited.  A slow smile twitched at the corners of her
lips.

"Am I naughty to let you do this to me? she asked him
teasingly.

"Very naughty," he said in mock seriousness.  "I'm
going to have to punish you really hard."  He roughly
twisted her nipples back and forth, pulling them
outwards slightly for emphasis.

"Oh, oh oh OH OH OH OH OH!"  Her eyes took on a
slightly defocus look and she shuddered, leaning all of
her weight against him for support.

He continued to gently roll her nipples throughout her
orgasm to stimulate her as much as possible.  As she
came back to her senses, he pulled her into his chest.
She relaxed into him and smiled up at him.

"Thank you, Sam."  She lifted her lips up to his face
for a kiss.

He complied.  "That was just the beginning, kid.  Just
the beginning."

They continued to dance for a while, his hands a
constant source of arousal.  She drifted along in his
arms, felling no embarrassment at what he did to her or
at what he exposed to the others watching.  For her the
others didn't exist.  Only Sam.  Her Sam.  For their
part, the other club members sat and enjoyed the show.
They had all seen it before, but still, they
appreciated the skill of `Sam' and the beauty of the
innocent girl.  The other women who were present were
engaged in similar activities as Karin.  Some had had
more of an idea of what would be expected and were
actively satisfying their partners.  One or two had
resisted the blatant advances and had been restrained
and forced to comply.  The coercion of the women
bothered some, but the anonymity provided by the event
allowed them to rationalize that their reputations, if
not their consciences, were clear.

------------------------------------------------------

Back in the isolated apartment, he danced with her
again.  Sam had selected some music while Karin was in
the bathroom freshening up.  Actually, she was shaking
so much with sexual frustration and excitement she
could barely pee.  Sam had turned off all the lights
but one overhead spotlight.  This light was now turned
to create a circle of light in the center of the floor.
The rest of the room was in deep shadows.

She had finally gathered back together a semblance of
composure, but then lost it when she stepped into the
dramatically lit living room.  All she could see on him
were his two hands and forearms where they intersected
the circle of light, inviting her into the circle.  She
tried not to seem to eager as she walked into the light
and felt his arms around her once more.  Her heart felt
like it was in her throat and she had to fight to take
a breath.

When Sam finally felt the tension began to ease from
her body, he began to move her around, always keeping
her centered in the light.  She had thought he was bold
in the ballroom, but here he really let loose.  Her
hands were placed back behind her neck again.  This
time he held them there, adding an extra dash of spice.
Using them as a grip, he pulled her face up to his.
Kissing her gently and tenderly, he tasted her lips and
eyes.  The salty taste of her tears intrigued him, but
he saw they were tears of joy.  There was no
hesitation, no pulling back from him or his advances.
In fact, it seemed that she rushed to meet his lips and
fingers as they violated her.  His kisses became more
insistent until their tongues were thickly entwined.
Both of them were breathing hard, their feet moving
only slightly.

He pulled back a bit and placed a tender kiss on her
forehead.  She closed her eyes in sheer pleasure.  They
were dancing close.  It was a dream, a fairy tale.

Sam reached down with one hand and fingered her butt
after pulling the hem of her dress up to expose it.
She giggled at his touch on her bare ass and moved the
firm flesh lewdly up and down under his wandering
finger.

Not satisfied to be passive, she experimentally rubbed
his crotch with her thigh, teasing him as he had been
teasing her all night long.  She felt his hardness move
back and forth in his slacks.  He groaned slightly, but
did nothing to stop her.  She grinned up at his
reddened face, his mouth open, panting.  She pressed
harder against his erection and felt him shudder.

"Now you've done it!  You've been a naughty girl
tonight, Karin," he said to her.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, you have.  I'm going to have to punish you for
being so naughty."

"Oooh.  How are you going to punish me?"  Karin and Sam
were nose to nose, speaking softly to each other.  She
saw he was pleased when she played the role of an
innocent little girl, asking him na<ve questions in a
tiny voice.  It excited her, too, to let him explain in
detail what would have.  Kind of like a verbal
foreplay.

"Well, normally little girls who are as naughty as you
have been get spanked.  I'm inclined to agree."

She continued the game.  "Are you going to spank me
hard?"

He nodded seriously.  "Yes.  It wouldn't be much of a
spanking if it weren't hard, now, would it?"  He
fondled her bottom, still bare from his earlier
groping.  "I much prefer to give spankings on the bare
bottom, too."

"Oh, Sir!  If you do that, spank me on my bare bottom,
you may have to tie my hands."  She looked down shyly.
"I, uh, I don't know if I could keep them still.  You
would help me, wouldn't you?"  She glanced back up to
see a happy man.

"Yes, Karin, I think I may be able to help you."  He
cleared his throat.  Games were fine, but there was
business to attend to.  "Enough of this."

He eased her hands down to her sides.  Kissing her
gently on the lips he said, "Dance for me, Karin."  He
sat down and made himself comfortable.  "Be naughty.
Be very naughty for me."

The music was still playing softly in the background.
Karin stood in a brilliant pool of light in the center
of a darkened room.  Slowly, she began to sway to the
sensuous music Sam had put on.  She stood in one spot
on the floor and let the erotic sounds ease through her
limber body.  The straps of her dress came loose with a
jerk on one end.  The small thin strands slithered off
her shoulders and down to her breasts.

Only her erect nipples and his imagination held up the
top of the dress.

Karin pirouetted suddenly in perfect time to the music.
As she turned, the fabric flowed away from her body,
revealing her upper body to him completely.  She
brought her hands up to cup her tits and began to
caress herself.  She pretended these were his hands and
let herself go as she made love to herself for him
alone.  She wanted to arouse him, inflame him, to
incite him to do all kinds of wicked, wonderful and
terrible things to her.  She wanted to push him to go
beyond his limits, to fulfill himself by using her
body.

She fingered her nipples, pinching them between her
long fingernails.  Her elongated buttons were tortured
and tantalized by the nails, finally being stretched
and pulled out as far as she could pull them.  Her tiny
hands copied the things his hands had done to her,
arousing her, teasing, and tormenting until she
shuddered with her release of erotic tension.

She slowly eased the zipper of the dress down the crack
of her ass.  With a sexy shimmy, the dress fell in a
little heap on the floor.  Her hands found their way
underneath her panties to her cunt.  Her legs spread
slightly and she eased one slender finger down along
her dripping slit.  Her breath came in short gasps as
she went straight for her throbbing clit.

Standing up, Sam stopped her before she push herself
over the edge for her second climax.  "I think that's
enough for right now."

She threw her arms around his neck and buried her face
in his neck.

"Are you really going to spank me, Sam?"  she asked
him.  There was more than a little anxiety in her
voice.  Games were one thing, this was real.

"Yes"

"Hard?"

"Yes"

She held him tighter, not daring to ask the next
question.

"Sam?"

"What?"

"Are you going to fuck me afterwards?"

He paused at the question.  He knew he was going to,
but he suddenly wanted this to be mutual.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes," she said softly, without hesitation.

"Should I fuck you hard?" he teased.

"And long, too," she quipped back, her anxiety gone,
lifted by his calm and controlled demeanor.  He would
not hurt her in a frenzy.  Then seriously, "Please,
Sam?  Please?"

"Yes."

He pulled off his tie, took her wrists and held them
firmly behind her back.  She squirmed against him, but
didn't resist.  He looped the tie around her wrists,
pulled the silk tight and knotted it firmly.  She
groaned and kissed him deeply.

"It's OK if you hurt me.  I can take it."  The barely
audible words were whispered directly into his ear.
The shakiness in her voice belied her brave words.

Her eagerness to please him stirred something within
him he had not felt before.  He moved his hands down
over her buttocks, marveling at the smooth silkiness of
her firm skin.  He squeezed tightly in answer to her
question, as he did not trust his own voice at the
moment.

Moving his hands up, he took her by her shoulders and
turned her around to face away from him.  His hands
moved caressingly down her smooth back, bumping along
each vertebra on the way down to her ass.  She wiggled
her hips impatiently as she shivered at the tickling
sensations of his hands.  He slapped her ass cheeks
lightly to make her stand still.  That brought a giggle
from her.  His hands continued their exploration down
along each leg and back up between them to end at her
sopping pussy.  He stepped back.

She stood there, an living statue of perfect nakedness,
hands tied behind her back, wearing only a tiny pair of
black thong panties that just covered her puffy lips,
thigh high stockings and high heels.  A small drop of
glistening moisture creeping down the side of her inner
thigh indicated her arousal.

He smiled.  He enjoyed the view of her from the rear.
He imagined what her smooth silky ass would look like
shortly, after he had reddened it with his hand and his
belt.  The mental image of her crimson cheeks was
suddenly so real, he could feel the heat from it in his
hands already.  Stepping up close behind her, he
reached around her and took a pliant tit in each hand.
Slowly, he began kneading the firm fleshy mounds,
increasing the pressure until she gasped from the
arousal and pleasurable pain he was bringing her.

He bent his head and grabbed her ear lobe with his
teeth.  A sharp bite brought a groan of pleasure from
her core.  He grinned and knew she would take a hard
beating and love it.

Her nipples, already aroused, hardened and stiffened
with the continued manipulation of her tits.  He
grabbed them between his first finger and thumb and
rolled them around.  She sagged back into him, her
hands tied behind her trapped in between their bodies.
Her lithe fingers scrabbled into his crotch, seeking
his cock.  He teased her and shifted his body,
reluctantly moving his throbbing prick away from her
grasp.  Just another indication of who was in charge.

Karin turned her head and captured his mouth with hers.
He allowed her this victory.  Soon she would have no
more opportunity.  Soon.

Her tongue probed his mouth, tasting his arousal,
telegraphing her own to him.  He dueled with her
tongue, following it back into her mouth.  As his
tongue plunged into her oral cavity, he tweaked her
swollen nipples savagely.  She responded by sucking his
tongue like a small cock.  He moved back up behind her
and allowed her hands to caress his swollen member.

She frantically managed to get the zipper on his pants
down and free him.  The pre-come on the tip got on her
hands, lubricating them.  She formed a warm tunnel with
her clasped hands and he began to lightly fuck in and
out.

"YYYES," she groaned.

"I think you're ready for your punishment."

"Please, not too hard."

"I think you want it hard, don't you?  You like it
hard, don't you."

"No, no, please..."  She hesitated.  She was afraid to
tell him, afraid not to.  She went for it.  "I-I-I
don't know.  I've never done this before."  She started
to break down.  "I'm sorry if I disappoint you."

"Well, well, well.  I thought as much."

She looked back up over her shoulder at him, fear, hope
and lust all evident in her teary eyes.

He continued speaking softly to her.  "Thank you for
telling me the truth.  You will not disappoint me.  But
although this is your first time, I will not hold back.
I will take you as far as I think you can go, push you
to the edge.  I don't know where that is, yet, but
we'll see, my love, won't we."

That said, he pulled a wooden chair into the circle of
light.  He took her elbow, and pulled her over to the
straight-backed chair.  Before sitting down, he quietly
pulled off his belt.  She didn't see this, as he had
turned her and bent her over slightly so he could
admire the way her firm ass stretched tight.  The black
fabric of her thong created a stark contrast against
the creamy smooth skin of her buttocks.  He ran his
hands lightly over those soon to be heated cheeks, and
he maneuvered her so she ended up lying over his legs.
She groaned at his light caresses.

"Count," he commanded.

She gave a small whimper as his hand continued to
explore her ass, becoming more assertive as it ventured
over and into her most private areas.  Her legs spread
slightly, allowing him easier access.  He ran a finger
lightly up the crack of her ass, stopping to gently
probe at the tight ring of her anus.  A sharp intake of
air told him this was probably a virgin hole, at least
for now.

Drawing his thick fingers lower, he dipped lightly into
her wet slit.  Her copious fluids were tangible
evidence of her arousal at being bound and of her
reaction to the anticipated pain.  He spread the
swollen ruby lips and looked at the pinkish glistening
flower of her femininity.  At the lower apex, he could
just make out the knobby sentinel of her clit.  Poking
at it with his finger brought an immediate squirming
response from her and a swelling of pride from the
sentinel.  Grasping at the prideful knob with his
fingers, he rolled it gently around.

"OH OH OH OH!!!  I'm going to cum, don't stop, don't
stop, oh, Please please  please."

He quickly pulled his hand up and brought it down
sharply on her right ass cheek.

"AAAAAWWWWW," she screamed, shuddering as she came.

Another sharp slap on her left cheek produced another
wail of sensuous anguish.

He reinserted his still damp finger into her twat,
beginning a slow in and out motion.  Her body responded
by humping desperately back on his hand, trying to get
as much contact and penetration as possible.  This
motion also caused her hip to rub over his bare prick,
making it swell to even greater proportions.

Sensing his throbbing organ under her hips, she began
to wildly wiggle her hips up against him and around his
lap until she had maneuvered the mushroom shaped head
of his prick to slide under her thigh and lodge against
her clit.  Only the thin fabric of her panties blocked
his entry into her tunnel.  A low animalistic growl
came from deep in her throat as she settled her cunt
down firmly against this magnificent intruder.

Wryly smiling at such aggressive behavior from a
submissive, he continued to alternatively spank and
probe her for a long time.  Her ass cheeks began to
glow a charming rose color with areas of deeper
redness.  After that first climax, Karin remained
balanced just on the edge of another orgasm, the
tension building up inside her body.

Slipping his fingers under the thin band at the waist
of her panties, he pulled the thong up tight against
her ass hole and deep into her slit.  She moaned her
approval of this new pressure.  Steeling himself, he
gave the panties a hard yank, ripping the flimsy
garment from her loins.  Bucking his hips, he
maneuvered his cock up against the opening of her cunt.
Her excited movements caused him an exquisite feeling
as he nudged the head of his cock into her cunt.

Reaching down to the floor beside him, he picked up the
belt he had dropped there earlier.  Judging the time
was right and that her ass was well conditioned to
accept this greater level of punishment, he swung his
hand up and then down, catching her across the taut
part of her ass with the doubled up belt.

There was a sudden whoosh of air and then silence as
her brain tried to make sense of the confusing signals
it was receiving.  Gradually, he felt a slight shaking
build up inside her body, much like an epileptic
seizure.  Accompanying this shaking was a high keening
sound.  Not a scream, but more like steam escaping.

"OOOOHHHH SSSSHHHIIIIIIIIT. I'M CUMING   I'M
CUUUUUUUMING AGAIN, OH FUCK."

Her cunt gripped his partially buried prick, squeezing
the head in a velvet glove of indescribable tightness.
Seizing the moment, he raised his hand and delivered
another sharp blow to her ass.  Again and again, he
swatted her ass with the belt, concentrating on the
fleshy part that jiggled after each hard blow.  Then he
began to swat her lower down, bringing his hand up from
underneath to catch her at the juncture of her thighs
and ass.  This brought the belt into direct contact
with her aching cunt and asshole.

Throughout this beating she continued to scream and
shake.  One orgasm rolled into the next one for several
minutes, each one greater than the last.  Her hips
pistoned and humped up and down on his meat, hungry for
more and more of him in her.  The pain in her ass was
intense, but it only increased the pleasure she was
feeling.

As the belt continued to caress her cunt and asshole,
painting a deep red color, a sudden burst of bright
light filled her head.  Something snapped in her mind.
All resistance to Sam and the wondrous pain they were
sharing was swept away as was her fear.  She knew this
was the element that had been missing before, this
bondage and pain or discipline was what she craved.
There was a second burst of light, and she lost all
sanity, sliding softly down into a single dimension
existence.  She only felt.  She focused on the
sensations.  His next stroke landed right on top of her
pulsating vaginal lips, causing her to arch her back,
bowing her body across his lap.  The only point of
contact between them his cock partially buried in her
cunt.

Collapsing from her fantastic spasm, she fell limp
across his legs.  Amazed at her reaction to his belt,
he gently palmed her ass with one hand, soothing the
burning in those now fiery red orbs.  Taking advantage
of her relaxed state, he moved his other hand around
and inserted his thumb into her sopping cunt.  Rubbing
up against his still inserted prick, he thoroughly
moistened his thumb up to the second knuckle.  Then,
using her own juices as lubrication, he firmly pushed
his fat thumb into her now unresisting anal ring.  With
a soft plop and without even a groan from her, he
worked his thumb all the way up into her dark recesses.

He continued to soothingly rub her ass with his hand as
he twisted his thumb around in her rectum.  Flexing the
thumb brought a stirring from her as she pushed her ass
back up against his hand.  She felt strangely filled
with the intrusion into her ass.  She had never taken
anything up her ass, not even her own fingers.  Now
this thumb had her aching for something more and bigger
up her shit chute.  Maybe it was his spanking of her
ass that had aroused these feelings within her.

She continued to push back onto his thumb, seeking both
the filling of her ass and the comfort of the soothing
rubbing.  This movement allowed his cock to escape the
tight confines of her cunt.  With a cry of emptiness,
she continued to move back.  Because of his thumb up
her butt, she didn't go to her knees, but moved back
until she was standing bent over at the waist beside
his chair.  Her hands were still tied behind her back.

As she slid back, his cock rubbed first along her
stomach and then moved up between her swollen and
sensitive tits towards her chin.  Finally, she was
staring at his ruddy tool.  She had never contemplated
sucking on a man's penis, but when she saw it winking
at her, she had to have it inside her.  She opened her
mouth wide and awkwardly lunged at the wobbling shaft.

After a couple of tries, she was able to capture his
cock in her mouth.  Without hesitation she plunged down
on that long hard cock.  The helmeted head bumped into
the back of her throat.  She savored the feel of his
hardness filling her oral cavity before she moved her
head down more, sliding this wonderful hardness
smoothly down her gullet.  The tightness of her throat
was intensified when she began sucking on the root of
his organ.  Once she was totally full of his cock, she
slowly lifted her head off his prick, keeping the
suction high the whole way up to the flared rim on the
head.

To Sam it felt like his prick was being gripped and
pulled by a velvet sleeve.  Up and down she moved her
head, fucking his meat to the root on each stroke.  He
put his free hand on the back of her head and tangled
her hair in his strong fingers.  He didn't regulate her
movements except to keep her from coming all the way
off his cock like she had the first time.  He wanted
her mouth on his meat the whole time.  Slowly she built
up her pace until she matched the rhythm of the thrusts
of his thumb into her ass.

As the cock-sucking beauty ground her ass into his
thumb, he took his hand from the back of her head and
reached down under her.  There he grabbed one of her
swaying tits.  With a fierceness that bordered on
cruelty, he squeezed and twisted the firm mound,
leaving deep red finger marks in the soft flesh.  Then
he sharply swatted at one of the hanging globes,
knocking it into the other.

She responded by increasing her sucking.  Her tongue
teased and licked along the bottom and sides of his
huge manhood.  As she continued her efforts, he
suddenly tensed.  She felt his penis swell larger yet.
With a deep groan, he began to bathe her tonsils with
cum.  Simultaneously, his rough manipulation of her
tits and his thumb up her bunghole brought her to
another electrifying orgasmic spasm.

Slowly recovering from their mutual climax, he pulled
his thumb from her ass.  Her knees buckled and she
collapsed into a heap beside his chair, his deflating
cock still locked between her soft lips.  In her
awkward position, her swollen tits were pressed tightly
against the sharp edge of the seat of the chair,
bringing her titillating discomfort.  She didn't
complain.  His hand rested against the back of her
head, slowly stroking her fine golden hair.

Sam's head was thrown back and he was breathing heavily
through his open mouth.  The raw force of his orgasm
had surprised him.  He was also surprised by the
stiffness remaining in his cock.  Normally, once done,
he would quickly deflate.  But this kneeling beauty was
still sucking on a half erect cock.  Though she was
obviously a novice at this, she brought an enthusiasm
and willingness to her task that he found incredibly
stimulating.  He rested him chin on his chest as he
watched her labor over him.  This kid was incredible.
He was beginning to grow hard again.

Using her hair as a grip, he pulled her head up to
better position her mouth over his prick.  He began
giving her quiet instructions, how to use her lips and
tongue, to lick his balls, then suck them in and mouth
them gently.  He scooted forwards on the chair, giving
her access to his anus.  When he instructed her, she
licked him there without hesitation, rimming his tight
sphincter with her dainty tongue.  Then back to his hot
meat.

Groaning with a mixture of lust and exhaustion, she
worked her mouth around and around his growing slab.
She shuddered with palpable lust as she imagined that
hard slab of muscle shoving in and out of her unused
cunt, or maybe even back there.  The thought of doing
something so nasty as that sent a delicious thrill
through her.  With renewed effort, she sucked on him
harder.  With a grunt of disbelief from her date, a
sudden thickening of his cock preceded a fountain of
salty cream that spurt-spurt-spurt-spurt into her mouth
as a reward for her valiant efforts.  She swallowed her
second cum shake ever, and loved it.

Chapter 4

They both were still for a while, recuperating from the
intensity of the initial orgasms.  But there was a long
night ahead of them.  He still had a lot of
frustrations to work out.  Jerking Karin's hungry mouth
up off his prick by her long blonde hair, Sam stood up
suddenly.  Without his solid prick for support, she
collapsed in a lovely heap on the floor.  Even as she
oozed over onto her side, she was graceful and
alluring.  He gazed at her loveliness for a moment,
marveling once more at her beauty.

Then, leaning over her, he reached down and helped her
to her shaky feet.  She still had on the dark thigh-
high stockings and her high heels.  She swayed
unsteadily back and forth, finally leaning heavily into
him, resting her head on his broad chest.  They stayed
like that for several moments, he smelling the delicate
fragrance of her hair, she listening to the steady beat
of his heart.

They could have ended the kinky activities right then
and just gone into her bedroom and fucked the rest the
night and into the next day.  Or into the next week.
He had no doubt he would be able to rise to the
occasion repeatedly with this incredible woman simply
because she was lying beside him.  He had cum in her
mouth twice, and more importantly, he had stilled the
most urgent of the dark desires.  The urges surged up
within him without warning, as they had when he had
spied her by the pool those many weeks ago.  They could
only be still by the little sex games they had played
so far this evening.

Contrary to Bruce's opinion, he was not a mean bastard.
He did not hurt women just to cause pain.  In fact,
every woman he had ever tied up, spanked, or whipped
knew exactly what was going to happen before it
happened and each one had the opportunity to refuse.
Very few ever had refused him.  A very young Sam had
learned from an older lover that pain, for some women,
could enhance their sexual enjoyment.  This wizened
lover had taught him to watch for the signs of a
woman's arousal and of other signs when her limits were
reached.  Since they had gone their separate ways, he
had learned of other signs that told of a limit that
could be stretched, or of a desire for more.

This vixen he had secured for tonight had no limits he
could detect.  She incited his bloodlust as no partner
ever had before.  He wanted to push her, to find the
edges that defined this creature.  He wanted to give
her as much pleasure - and pain - as she could bear.
From his past experiences, he knew this Karin Saunders
was a rare find.

Moving her off his chest and into the crook of his
strong right arm to hold her up, he led her over to a
heavy leather upholstered chair he had positioned in
another part of the room.  He turned her to face away
from him and then moved carefully forward, forcing her
to move with him until the arm of the chair pressed
into the front of her thighs.  He pushed on her smooth
shoulders and bent her over the arm of the chair.  This
put her ass at just the right height for ramming his
cock in either of the orifices she offered up in that
position.  He told her to stay still, not to move.

He walked over to the wall and flipped two light
switches.  The first plunged the room into darkness,
turning out the single spotlight.  The second turned on
a spotlight he had adjusted to illuminate the heavy
leather chair.  The lighting was dramatic, but so much
stimulation came from the visual senses.

He stepped back to her and admired her standing there,
bent over the chair.  He ran his hand over the still
glowing cheeks of her smooth ass.  If he had read about
this in a story in a sex newsgroup, he wouldn't have
believed it was realistic, but the fact was he was
getting hard again.  This was highly unusual for him.
Hell, it was unusual for any male outside of erotic
fiction.

Taking advantage of her obedience at holding her pose,
he finished undressing.  He stopped to admire and touch
lightly the beauty before him twice more before he was
completely nude.  Bent over the arm of the chair, her
large tits were mashed into the rough leather
upholstery of the seat.  Her feet were spread wide at
his insistence, opening her up, inviting him to plunder
her treasures that she willingly exposed to his view.
Her hands, still bound, pressed into the small of her
back.  Her head was turned to the side, allowing her to
breathe.  Her eyes were closed tightly in anticipation
of his next action.
Padding barefoot into the kitchen, he quickly found
three dishtowels neatly folded in a cupboard.
Returning to the form bent over the chair, he tied one
trim ankle to back leg of the heavy chair with one of
the small towels.  Spreading her legs about 6 inches
wider than they were, he then secured the other ankle
to the front leg of the chair.
He met with no resistance from her during all of this.
She complied with his slightest indication or touch.
When he wanted her to move her foot, all it took was
the slightest pressure in the direction he wished her
to move.  He ran his hands up the outside of her legs,
lingering over the soft curves, marveling at their
firmness and tone.

He paused again when his hands reached her hips.  He
could still feel the heat radiating from her pink
cheeks.  He traced with his fingertip the criss-crossed
lines the leather belt had left on her unblemished
skin.  He noticed there were no marks from prior
beatings or spankings.  Usually, some untrained
dominant would get too excited, swing too hard, and
break the skin.  It always left a small mark, sometimes
imperceptible.

He looked closer, his grazing fingertip following and
caressing the areas examined by his eyes.  When he had
examined her ass, he kneeled down and examined the
backs of her thighs, knees and calves.  The skin in
this area was so soft and could be pulled tight by
being bent over, as she was now.  It could easily be
damaged if one was not extremely careful.  Again he
found no marks.  His excitement at the prospect of
truly having a novice was building.  That would be just
too good to be true.  It was a special thrill - as well
as a privilege and tremendous responsibility - to break
in a novice.  He stood up and moved behind her to
continue his examination of her arched back.  He leaned
over her, pressing his swelling cock into the crack of
her taut ass.  This exam also revealed no marks or
scars.  It was truly amazing.

He kneeled down in front of the chair and caressed her
mussed hair.  She moved her head to facilitate, turning
her face towards him.  She lazily opened her eyes and
slowly focused on his face.  She had felt it in his
caresses, now she could see the blazing excitement in
his eyes.  But there was more there, too.  There was a
battle with a darkness waging within him.  He needed to
exorcise that darkness, or learn to control it, before
it completely took him over.  Before he could speak,
she simply said, "More?  Please?"

He leaned over and gently kissed her sweaty cheek.  He
took the third towel and gagged her securely.  She
opened her mouth at his command and he filled it with
the knot he had tied in the center of the towel.  It
took some shoving but it was finally behind her teeth.
Without being told she turned her head away from him
and pointed her chin down so he could tie the towel
firmly behind her neck.  He swept her hair up off her
neck and tied the two ends of the towel tightly.  His
fingers lingered over the soft hairs at the back of her
neck.  She was so frail, so fragile, so trusting.  He
almost stopped as he toyed with those fine hairs, but
steeled himself to play out at least the rest of the
night.  Let tomorrow take care of tomorrow.  He shook
himself.  He was already thinking of tomorrow, the
future.  This was some scary bitch!

Finally, he untied her hands and retied them together
in front of her, extended over her head.  Using the
long free end of his tie, he pulled her hands and arms
up and over the other arm of the chair.  He fastened
the tie to the front leg of the chair.  Tying her arms
like that levered her head up and brought her torso
parallel to the seat cushion.  Her tits lifted up off
the leather seat cushion.  They swung freely, the
sensitive nipples just grazing the coarse leather,
sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Each wave ended at her cunt.
He kneeled down in front of the chair again.  She
turned her head to look at him.  Her eyes were shining
brightly.  His long and tender examination of her ass,
thighs and back had aroused her to a fever pitch.  She
was ready to explode at his first touch.

"Are you ready for your real punishment now, Karin?"
His voice was steady, betraying his intense arousal.
She nodded hesitantly, unsure what he meant by her
`real' punishment.  She had thought the spanking she
had just received was real enough.  But she was willing
to trust this handsome stranger.  Besides, she wasn't
really in a position to object.
"Are you sure, Karin?  If you've had enough, we can
stop."  He had thought he detected a bit of hesitation.
Best to be sure.
She gave him a confirming nod, no hesitation this time.
Returning to the straight-backed wooden chair he used
originally, he retrieved his belt.  As he slowly walked
back to the trussed woman, he admired once more the
perfect curves of this woman.  She was tensed, eager
for him to continue, to vent his rage on her virgin
flesh.
Swinging the belt back, he brought the smooth leather
hide forcefully into contact with her right thigh, just
above the back of the knee.  Her eyes flew open with
the unexpectedness of this sudden and very painful
attack.  The non-sexual pain seared up her leg, past
her cunt and drove deep into her belly, forming a knot
she couldn't breathe around.  She felt as if she would
vomit from the intensity of the pain.  The next stroke
was placed just above the last.  She began thrashing
about in panic, fear and her natural flight instinct
eradicating all vestiges of sensual pleasure from her
body.
Her gag kept her constant screaming to a quiet murmur.
He ignored her panicked jerking and worked up her right
thigh until the hard, fast blows were just below her
cunt lips.  The pain so close to her sexual core began
to arouse her again.  Groaning in disbelief at her
body's betrayal of her once again, she rolled her hips
sensuously, rubbing her mound against the arm of the
chair, seeking additional stimulation for her trembling
clit.
Just as she was about to leap into a tremendous cum, he
began on the other leg, starting just above her knee,
working the lashes slowly up to just below her ass.
The effect this time was the same as before.  The
overwhelming pain from the savage blows to the back of
her knee effectively blocked her pending orgasm.  Then,
as he worked his way higher on her leg, that arousal
returned, stronger than before.  This time it seemed to
be doubled, and she trembled excitedly as she waited
for the next blow to take her over the edge of the
climactic abyss.
He stopped for a moment to assess the effects of the
beating.  The backs of her widespread legs glowed with
a deep inner fire.  Because she was bent over and her
leg muscles were stretched tight, he knew she would
feel this whipping for several days.
But he also noticed the cunt juice leaking - hell,
flowing down her legs.  Bending down he placed his nose
just against her anus.  He could feel the vibrations in
his nose as she began screaming at his first light
touch.  Licking out with his tongue, he cleaned up her
salty musky legs.  Kneeling up under her crotch, he
tilted his head to fit his mouth to her cunt and sucked
as much of her into his mouth as he could.  She
continued to cream into his mouth and scream into the
towel.

The different stimuli he was giving her body were too
much for her to take.  She was torn between the pain
and the pleasure.  The one was so good, but the other
made that one even better.  She knew he would hurt her
again.  She wanted him to hurt her.  Somehow, she was
beginning to understand she needed to receive it as
much as he needed to give it.  But he was so gentle in
between it drove her crazy.  His slightest touch and
she would violently orgasm in a sexual release she had
never dreamed possible.  The difference between the two
sides to his lovemaking made her enjoy each of them
more.  She had lost track of the number of her orgasms.
It felt as if she had not stopped coming since she
stepped out of the elevator and saw him standing there
like a shy schoolboy.

His tongue left her twat and slid along her crack to
visit her ass hole.  He palmed her rosy ass cheeks and
placed his thumbs next to the tight rosebud.  With a
firm pressure, he spread her open in an obscene
invitation to come and visit.  She could barely move,
but she made the effort to thrust her exposed bunghole
out to him.  He felt her backward pressure and grinned
to himself.  She was a greedy bitch, and he meant that
in the nicest way possible.

Pushing lightly, he got an inch of his tongue into her
past her sphincter.  Slowly sawing in and out, he
massaged the ass muscle with his thick tongue.  New
thrills chased up her spine at this novel invasion.
She reached a new level of excitation and expectation.
There was no thought in her mind to stopping.  She
would accept whatever he wanted to do to her.

Sensing her heightened excitement, he left his butt
burrowing. He stood and moved to position himself next
to her.  Her arched back presented a perfect target for
whipping.  He started beating her high on her smooth
back, up next to her shoulders.  He used a figure `8'
stroke, criss-crossing his strokes all the way down her
back to the beginning swell of her ass cheeks.  His
strokes were firm and forceful, but not excessive.  He
wanted to carry her forward, past all her reservations
about pain and pleasure.  This beating was not intended
to stop her orgasm altogether, but rather to delay it
until every fiber of her body would be suffused with
sexual energy.

Karin writhed in glorious agony with the pain of the
beating and the emptiness of her cunt and ass hole.
She was not sure which pain is greater.  And these
sensations melded with her growing need to cum.  The
burning need in her loins, not just from the emptiness,
but from the need to be filled, to be used, to cramp
every muscle around a hot throbbing shaft of male
flesh.  All these sensations collided in her
inexperienced mind and blossomed into a full-blown
craving.  She started grunting rhythmically, in time to
the tattoo of the belt on her back

As the lashes approached her ass, the anticipation of
him striking her there became unbearable.  She swayed
her hips back and forth, trying to seduce him into
diverting the next blow, then the next, then the next.

Without warning, he leaned over and began to lash her
so that the thick end of the belt reached around her
side and smacked the tender sides of her swollen tits.
First on one side and then the other.  The surprise,
the pain, and the glorious sensations shot from the
tips of her swollen orbs directly to her clit.  She
began to cum, hard and long, without breaks.  She took
off like a rocket and never looked back.

After several deliberate measured direct hits on her
nipples, her system reached the extent of its
capability.  Her skyrocketing orgasm short-circuited
her brain and she swooned, collapsing in her bonds onto
the arms of the chair.  He saw his young victim faint
in the chair and stopped whipping her.

For long moments he stood beside her, amazed at her
endurance.  When his breathing evened out he moved
around behind her, between her legs.  He placed the
head of his cock at the entrance of her vagina.  He
held there, not moving, almost in reverence.  With a
single lunge, he shoved all ten inches of his re-
hardened cock into her sopping tunnel.  He fucked her
with a slow movement in and out, pulling out until only
the engorged head remained embedded inside of her.
Gradually, she regained her senses, thrilling to the
novel fullness of his cock moving inside her.  She
urged him as best she could to a faster fucking pace
with her limited hip movements, rotating and twisting
as much as her bonds would allow.

"So, you're back with the living?"

An enthusiastic nod 'yes.'

"Good.  I wouldn't want you to miss this next part."

He pulled himself out of her, much to her dismay.  She
tried to look back at him, her eyes tearing in sadness.
Positioning his cock head at her rear portal, he slowly
pushed forward.  He grabbed a creamy ass cheek in each
hand and pulled them apart as far as he could.  She
screamed into her gag.  The fat head of his cock pushed
hard against the straining sphincter, splitting it
wider and wider.  She thought she would be ripped
apart.  The pain was intense, worse than anything she
had ever felt before, including the rape with the
plunger.

Frantic thoughts ripped through her mind.  "He is too
big!  He will tear me up!  NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!"

The head of his iron hard cock suddenly plopped past
the courageous, but over-matched involuntary muscle of
her asshole.  He stopped pushing as soon as it breached
that bottleneck to give her a chance to accommodate to
his size.  The pain in her butt eased slightly and she
was able to catch her breath.  The telephone pole in
her rectum was huge, but slowly her anal tissues
stretched out and relaxed.  The pain was replaced by an
oddly pleasant feeling of being stuffed in the nastiest
way possible.  She blushed at this new betrayal of her
untried body, closing her eyes as the erotic feelings
took possession of her.

He felt her tensions drain and slid forwards another
inch, burying more of himself into her.  She gasped at
this new invasion, but shoved her ass back up against
him as best she could, wanting more.  He accommodated
her wishes.  Still more of the hard cock slid up her
poop chute until finally, she felt his balls lightly
swinging against her cunt.

"I'm in."

His statement was one of amazed fact.  She nodded her
head.

"It's tight.  Your ass is so fucking tight.  It's the
absolute best!"

He slowly began to pump in and out.  She helped him as
much as she could.  Normally, on the two or three
occasions in his entire life he had gotten it up more
than twice, he had lasted almost an hour before he
blasted off the third time.  Never had he gone four
times in one evening, and the evening was still young.
But this time, because of the vice-tight grip of her
ass hole, he felt himself peaking after only 15 or so
strokes.

Feeling the inevitability of his eruption, he drove
himself quickly to conclusion.  As he blasted off, he
buried as much of his cock in her ass as he could,
squirting his juice deep into her bowels.  He fell
forward onto her striped back.  His prick deflated and
slithered out of the previously virgin hole with a soft
kissing sound.  His white cum leaked out for a little
while until her sphincter reinstated its tight seal on
the contents of her rectum.

Sam shook himself.  He went into her bathroom, and
looked through the medicine cabinet until he found the
things he was seeking.  He carried them back into the
living room, where he poured some lotion into his hands
to warm it up.  With her still bound to the chair he
began rubbing the healing and soothing lotion into her
legs, her back and her fuckable ass.  Last, he reached
under her and gently massaged her heaving tits with the
soothing lotion.

He untied her legs and removed the gag.  Leaving her
hands still tied in front of her, he loosened the tie
from the leg of the chair and helped her to her feet.
Placing her bound arms around his neck, her tied wrists
behind his neck, he gently lifted and carried her into
the bedroom.

He laid her down on the four poster canopied bed, then
stood and surveyed his surroundings.  She caught his
attention and held her hands out and up to him,
silently asking if they were to be untied.  He checked
the bonds to determine if they were cutting off the
blood or chaffing her wrists.  Seeing that they were
not too tight, he smiled and shook his head at her.
Her eyes got wide as she realized there was more in
store for her that night.  She closed her eyes and
relaxed into his will.  He smiled at her surrender, but
she didn't see it.

He took her hands and raised them over her head.  He
tied them with the loose end of his now wrinkled tie to
the headboard of her bed.  She was again fully exposed
to his whims.  His hands teased and caressed her
straining breasts.  Flicking her swollen nipples
sharply, he held up several clothespins, squeezing one
open and letting it snap shut.  Her eyes flew open at
the unfamiliar, but ominous sound.

"Ready for round two?" he asked her wickedly.  He
already knew her answer

Her eyes opened wide with realization that she had
finally met a man who could fulfill all of her
fantasies ... and more.  She groaned as he got up from
beside her.  She watched him silently as he wandered
around her room.  He made a motion as if to open her
dresser drawers, but looked to her for permission
before he actually explored her personal items.  She
nodded it was OK, an amused expression on her face.

When he finished with her dresser, he searched through
her bedside nightstand drawers, not sure what he was
looking for or what he would find.  He was still
learning about this bewitching girl on the bed.  To his
surprise, he found a couple of vibrating dildos.  Eight
and ten inches of solid shaking rubber.

Holding them up to her, he grinned.  "Isn't one enough
for you?"

She blushed, even though she knew he was teasing.  "I
just got them this week.  I, uh, I just wanted to have
something, uh, well, uh, I though I needed...."  She
changed her track.  "The lady at the store said to use
one at a time.  Since I didn't know what size I liked,
she gave me a couple of different sizes that she liked.
She said that way I could have variety.  But I haven't
used them, yet.  Honest!"  She blushed a deeper red at
that admission.

"Well, we'll have to try some variety, too."

He went to her dresser and retrieved two long scarves
he had seen there.  They were expensive, but he would
replace them later.  Fastening one to each of her
ankles, he secured her wide spread legs to the end
posts of the bed.  Taking a pillow, he shoved it under
her ass, elevating her blonde muff and further exposing
her cunt.  She watched him silently, her pounding heart
jiggling her tits with each pulse.  Her breathing had
settled down, but the anticipation was building in her.

He picked up the black 10-inch dildo and brought it up
close to her cunt.  Turning it on he rubbed the
realistic head over her clit.

"AAAAAHHHHHH  SHIT!  OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!!!!"

Her head snapped back into the mattress as the
electrifying sensations coursed through her body.  Her
juices began to flow again, lubricating her cunt walls.
Pushing the realistic cock head lower and in, he
inserted the dildo completely up her snatch.  The
vibrator was still on.  The unfamiliar vibrations
focused all her feelings in her loins.  With her eyes
closed and her head rolling around, she didn't see him
pick up the second rubber prick until he placed the
head to her lips.

"Suck it good, Karin. Get it good and wet."

She opened her mouth obediently and swallowed the hunk
of rubber as far as she could, making a gagging sound
as it hit the back of her throat.  It was smaller than
his cock, but this was stiff and unforgiving.  It was
harder to get down her throat at this angle, too.  But
she did manage it.  Shoving it in and out a couple of
times, he pulled it out and put the tip against her
anal sphincter.

"How's this for variety?" he asked her as he shoved the
smooth sided vibrator up her ass.

Since she was already stretched out from his thumb and
his cock, the spit-lubed rubber prick slid all the way
home with no discomfort.  With a twinkle in his smiling
eyes he turned this one on as well and turned to leave
the room.

With tension growing rapidly in her assailed genital
area, she watched him leave her room.  The clothespins
were lying there on the bed beside her.  They were the
new ones with tight springs.  She had just bought them
last week and hadn't even used them.  What they would
do to her if he used them she couldn't imagine, but
just thinking about the squeezing pain made her nipples
stand stiff and erect.  They were swollen with the
sudden surge of adrenaline pumped blood.  The constant
vibrations dominating her nether region were building
to a tantalizing promise of orgasmic release, but
without direct stimulation to her clit she knew she
couldn't climax.  The way he had tied her left her no
way to touch, rub, wiggle, or roll.  She started to
moan in glorious agony and laid back to enjoy the
tortuous ride that this mysterious man was taking her
on.

Several minutes passed.  She heard him in the other
parts of her apartment, opening and closing drawers and
cupboard doors.  Sometimes he would give a wicked
chuckle as he found something in the kitchen or the
other room that tickled his fancy.  She shuddered at
what was in store for her.

"Miss me?" he smirked as he stood over her in the
darkened bedroom.  She jumped, surprised at his
nearness.  She had drifted off into her own world of
tormented bliss and had not heard him come in.  He was
holding his hands behind his back.  He knelt down and
placed the items he had discovered on the floor, out of
her sight.  Leaning over her, he kissed her tenderly,
passionately on the lips.  He broke off with
difficulty.

Looking directly into her blue eyes, he asked, "Do you
want to go on?  The rest will be painful, but
rewarding.  I think it will be a new experience for
you".

She smiled at his comment.  "This has all been a new
experience for me."

"I thought as much.  Maybe you want to take it easy
your first time, save some for later?"

She was quiet for a minute.  Actually, there was no
decision for her to make, as she would rather die than
stop now.  It was just getting good, though her sanity
did rebel a little at the `this will be painful' part.
But a minor orgasmic spasm was passing through her at
the moment, and she wanted to enjoy it to the fullest.

But there was one question she had, one lingering
doubt.  "Are you doing this just for me, or will you
enjoy it, too?"

The question caught him off guard.  He had never had
one of his partners ask that question before.  He
laughed spontaneously before he could stop.  "Oh, yes,
Mrs. Saunders.  I'm going to enjoy this.  A lot!"

She tilted her head as if filtering out the truth from
the levity.  Satisfied with what she had heard, she
simply said, "Do it."

He kissed her, harder this time, more of his own
urgency in evidence.  He was careful not to touch her
anywhere where she might receive that critical
additional stimulation to push her over the edge.  She
groaned in anguish and frustration as he stood up, his
large prick standing at half-mast.  She opened her
mouth in a tight `O' and strained her neck as she
invited him to satisfy himself there.  He laughed at
her obvious attempts to divert him and then again at
her little-girl pout when she was found out.

He busied himself around her bed.  First three long
lengths of strong string were threaded up over the
canopy rods of the four-poster bed and pulled back down
so that the ends were resting on the mattress.  Next, a
two-inch rubber ball was produced.

"Open wide," he commanded.

Meekly, but with a growing anticipation and a bit of
fear, she obeyed.  She opened her mouth wide until he
could force the ball into her mouth.  The firm rubber
of the ball stretched her jaws wide.  He pulled out a
roll of duct tape and wrapped the tape over the ball in
her mouth, sealing it in her mouth.  He then completely
circled around her head with the tape twice.  It was
clearly overkill, but the psychological feeling of the
tape across her cheeks filled her with dread.  That's
what he was after.  He wanted her to feel her
helplessness flavored by a good dose of fear, terror,
and panic.  She could breathe only through her nose.

Before continuing, he waited for her breathing to
settle down.  He knew what she was feeling.  He wanted
her to.  But he wanted her to submit to him, trust him,
even in her terror.  He sat by her side and caressed
the soft skin of her cheek above and below the duct
tape.  Slowly the wildness, the terror drained from her
eyes.  This was all so new, so demanding of her trust.
It was what she had dreamed of, wished and prayed for,
but now that it was here, it was almost too much for
her.

Closing her eyes she fought for control of her
emotions.  But the darkness behind her eyes amplified
her terror.  Her tear-filled eyes flew open and she
reached out with her eyes to her knight in shining
armor.  That he was the one who had placed her in this
situation was irrelevant to her at that moment of her
need.  He brought up his hands and caught the single
tear as it trickled down the side of her face.  He
raised his finger to his lips and kissed the tear away.
He did the same when a tear escaped from her other eye.
That simple act began to breakdown her terror, to let
her surrender her trust to him.  He continued stroking
her face, making reassuring sounds to her, staring into
her eyes until he could see her total submission to his
will.

She was ready.

Leaning over her prone spread-eagled body, he brought
his mouth to her nearest tit.  Capturing the somnolent
nipple between his teeth, he chewed on the nub lightly.
Then he sucked as much of the soft flesh into his mouth
as he could.  There was much of the huge mammary
remaining outside his ravenous mouth.

Bringing both hands into play, he cupped them around
the base of her breast and squeezed, forcing the nipple
even farther into his mouth so that it bumped up
against his tonsils.  His tongue was massaging the
captured tit flesh constantly, working in a frenzied
manner.  Her nipple responded to the stimulation by
standing up as high as it could.

Feeling the bloated nipple in the back of his mouth, he
quietly reached over and grabbed one of the
clothespins.  Bringing it up beside his mouth next to
her tit, he pulled back, exposing the glistening
erection.  The clothespin snapped around the surprised
button and brought a stiffening of pain from the girl
attached to the tortured nipple.

Very slowly and very deliberately, he repeated the
process on her other breast.  Even knowing what had
happened to its partner and knowing exactly what was in
store for it did not deter the brave nipple from
responding to his erotic manipulation.  The poor
soldier was captured and smashed inside the wooden
cage.

She knew immediately where the third clothes pin was
going from where he kissed her next.  She tried to
block it out, but she felt her body responding to his
insistent skillful and highly erotic manipulations.
First his fingers rubbed lightly over her labia,
exciting the already over-heated bud of flesh hidden
there.  The nodule grew larger under his skillful
touch, then larger still.  Its growth and size
surprised her.  She had never had that happen to her
when she touched herself down there.

Her clit was expanding like a tiny penis, until he
could actually slide his finger and thumb up and down
it.  When he kissed the tip of her clit and sucked the
tiny bit of flesh into his mouth, she gave up all
pretense of coherent thought and fell into an orgasmic
stupor.  If this was what it felt like to a guy when
they got a blowjob, it was no wonder the entire male
population was sex-crazy.  She only revived when the
tender bud was cruelly trapped between the jaws of the
unforgiving clothespin.

"Should I continue, Karin?"

"More?  What more could there be?" she thought.  But
she knew she wanted it.  She wanted it all.  Shakily
she nodded her head `yes', her eyes wild with lust,
pain, fear and excitement.

Reaching down by the bed he pulled up some more items
he had retrieved.  He held them up for her inspection
and they caused her to quake to her very soul.  Such
simple things, but in his hands she had no doubt they
would cause her unendurable torment.  And pleasure.
She knew where he had found the large peacock feather,
but where had he gotten those large rubber bands?  She
trembled as he gently caressed her tits.  Her quick
breathing and erect nipples holding the clothespins
upright betrayed her true feelings of excitement.

Squeezing her large boobs tightly, he slipped one of
the fat elastic bands from his wrist and moved it down
to the base of the pliable globe.  He doubled it with a
quick twist of his hand.  The doubled band caused the
already firm and swollen flesh to stand even taller.
Another band, smaller and tighter than the first,
followed and settled around the middle of her tit.  A
third, smaller yet, was placed just behind her nipple,
causing her tit to look like a two-tiered jiggling
mound with a cherry on top.  He quickly made her other
tit into a matched set.

The feelings in her chest were strange.  Not pain,
exactly, but there was a restricting feeling that
pumped her cunt full of dripping juice.  As the bands
constricted, the flesh between them became even more
sensitive.  The trapped blood in the banded sections of
the globes swelled to a maximum, the throbbing pain
increased to become an ache in her chest.

Moving quickly, he took one of the strings he has
strung up over the canopy.  He tied one end of two of
the strings to each of the clothespins.  She looked
like an obscene puppet on a string, and he knew that
she would react to just like one, too.  Taking the
loose end of one of the strings attached to her tits,
he gently pulled the string taut.  A sharp intake of
breath told him that the flesh between the jaws of
those wooden maulers was not numb.  He secured a small
glass animal from the collection on her dresser to the
end of the string with a tight knot.  When he dropped
the small weight from the height of his shoulders, the
string jerked on the clothespin attached to the nipple.
She squealed in pain and pleasure as the waves of her
next countless orgasm crashed on the shore.  She began
panting in anticipation of the next two weights.

He did not disappoint her.  A similar sized weight was
attached to the string of her other tit.  Knowing the
pain was coming didn't lessen the intense feelings.
For her newly discovered erectile clit, he selected a
lighter weight, as this was extremely sensitive flesh.
He played with the three weights for a while, keeping
her keening in agony and delight.  Sweat covered her
frantically shaking nude body.  Unladylike rivulets
coursed down her chest and ran between her tortured
breasts to pool in the depressions in her delicate
neck.

He picked up the stiff feather with a wicked grin.  A
light caress along her sternum surprised her with the
intensity of the tingling tickle.  Brushing the tip of
the feather back and forth over her stomach started her
giggling uncontrollably.  But being gagged, the sounds
were muffled.  Her giggling made the tied weights
bounce up and down.  She arched her back as the next
great wave of orgasm crashed over her.

Several minutes later he tired of this isolated pastime
and traversed her entire body with the exception of her
cunt and tits.  The constant laughing and giggling
strained every muscle in her stomach, neck and arms.
She learned a new form of pain as the muscles knotted
tightly.  The tendons of her legs were flexed rigid and
stood out as she tried to get relief from the
diabolical feather.  She never knew she was so
ticklish.  Sweat was running off her body now, soaking
the sheets of her bed.  She didn't know if she could
take much more.

He set the feather down on the bed beside her.  Relief
flooded through her as the laughing reflex settled
down, and she grinned up at him, though the confining
duct tape hid her mouth from view.  He was grinning,
too, but too wickedly for her taste.  Her pulse
quickened as she realized there was more.  She closed
her eyes in abject surrender as she realized as well,
that, whatever it was, she wanted it.

He stood by the bed for a moment, letting her catch her
breath.  He leaned down and picked up the last item
from the floor.  At first she didn't recognize what it
was and then it dawned on her.

"Oh, God!  The old drapery cords!" she thought.

He had made a multi-tailed whip from the familiar cords
and put a hard looking knot in the end of each strand.
This was a use she had not put them to.  He lazily
dragged the makeshift cat o' nine tails across her taut
belly.  A sudden flick of his wrist wiped all traces of
laughter from her shocked frame.  Nine points of
burning pain burrowed into her mid section where the
knots collided with her damp flesh.  A second flick and
nine more tiny welts rose up on the now irritated
flesh.  It looked like measles or chicken pox.

"Nice effect," he said, mostly to himself.

Then, very methodically, he whipped her over every inch
of her exposed flesh, save her face, starting at her
fingertips and ending with her toes.  He also avoided
her breasts and pubic areas.  Tiny angry red welts
covered her body.  Even her neck, chin and ears were
spotted.  Tears were running unimpeded down the sides
of her face.  She had never felt such pain.  And she
loved it.  Deep down she knew she loved what Sam was
doing to her.  She also realized she was falling in
love with him.  Her sham marriage to Bill Saunders
never entered her mind.  It was Sam whom she wanted,
with all her being.

Karin knew Sam wasn't finished with her yet either.
His eyes were still gleaming with excitement, watching
her every reaction.  He was playing her body to the
max, like a virtuoso.  She was a magnificent
instrument, bringing out the very best of his skills
and talents.  Karen knew she could and would take every
thing Sam had to give.  The next stroke brought searing
pain to the sole of her right foot.  Two of the knots
landed between her toes.  The other foot received
similar treatment.

"Now for desert," he said, almost to himself.  He
seemed to know she was beyond comprehending.

Picking up the feather he had laid down, he lightly
touched the stressed flesh on the bottom side of her
breasts.  It was as if he had used an electric charge.
A shock ran straight to her cunt and she came hard,
screaming into her gag.  Another feathery touch on the
underside of the other globe, and she spasmed again.
Back and forth, back and forth the marauding feather
took her ever higher, never letting her find balance or
catch her breath.  Her head whipped around the bed, her
blonde hair flying in frenzied disarray.  She was in a
perpetual state of orgasm.

He deliberated carefully his next and last move.  He
wanted her conscious for this, but only at the very
brink of sanity.  She would have to be crazy to enjoy
this, and she was almost there.  One more stab and
flick with the long feather across her ballooning
nipples put her in what he hoped was the right state of
mind.

He heard a constant babbling escaping from behind her
gag.  Her eyes rolled up in her head.  He had to hurry.
Quickly he flicked the wrist of the hand that held the
whip.  Nine hard knots of cord pummeled into her mound,
her clit, and her slit.  Another second quick flick up
her legs terrorized her anal area.

The surprise of the twin blows was so great and the
pain so intense, she squirted both vibrators out of her
holes at the same time.  She promptly fainted in a
completely sated orgasmic coma, continuing to moan and
spasm even though she was unconscious.

Chapter 5

Karin revived slowly.  For long minutes she resisted
the persistent call of awareness and laid there in
blissful peace.  But the call was too strong.  So was
her curiosity.  She allowed each of her senses to
engage one by one.  Gradually, she became aware of her
surroundings.

The first thing she noticed was that she was no longer
bound in any way and that all the pain seemed to be
gone.  She felt as if she was floating, kind of.
Opening a wary eye, she saw she was in the large hot
tub on her apartment deck.  The gently bubbling hot
water soothed away the aches and pains of the strange
ordeal she had just gone through.  She felt safe,
secure.  She felt loved, for the first time she could
ever recall.  It was an entirely new feeling for her
and scared her more than a little bit.  There were too
many complications in her life to have to deal with
that, too.
Sam was sitting behind her in the tub, carefully
keeping her face out of the water by holding gently,
but firmly onto her breasts.  He was continually amazed
at the feel of them in his grasp.  It fe